James Thomson Poems
|82.||Epitaph On Miss Stanley, In Holyrood Church, Southampton||4/20/2010|
|83.||Farewell To Ravelrig||1/1/2004|
|84.||Sunday Up The River||1/4/2003|
|85.||The Four Seasons : Spring||4/20/2010|
|86.||A Complaint On The Miseries Of Life||4/20/2010|
|87.||The Wine of Love||1/4/2003|
|90.||Dawn In Summer||4/20/2010|
|91.||Evening In Autumn||4/20/2010|
|92.||Fareweel, Ye Bughts||1/1/2004|
|93.||The Four Seasons : Autumn||4/20/2010|
|94.||Hymn On Solitude||1/3/2003|
|95.||The Four Seasons : Summer||4/20/2010|
|96.||The Seasons: Winter||1/3/2003|
|97.||A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton||1/3/2003|
|98.||An Elegy Upon James Therburn, In Chatto||4/20/2010|
|99.||In The Train||1/4/2003|
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In The Train
AS we rush, as we rush in the Train,
The trees and the houses go wheeling back,
But the starry heavens above the plain
Come flying on our track.
All the beautiful stars of the sky,
The silver doves of the forest of Night,
Over the dull earth swarm and fly,
Companions of our flight.
We will rush ever on without fear;
Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet!
For we carry the Heavens with us, dear,
While the Earth slips from our feet!
The Seasons: Winter
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year,
Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train,
Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms: Be these my Theme,
These, that exalt the Soul to solemn Thought,
And heavenly musing. Welcome kindred Glooms!
Wish'd, wint'ry, Horrors, hail! -- With frequent Foot,
Pleas'd, have I, in my cheerful Morn of Life,
When, nurs'd by careless Solitude, I liv'd,
And sung of Nature with unceasing Joy,