James Thomson Poems
|81.||A Nuptial Song||4/20/2010|
|82.||Dawn In Summer||4/20/2010|
|84.||Epitaph On Miss Stanley, In Holyrood Church, Southampton||4/20/2010|
|85.||Farewell To Ravelrig||1/1/2004|
|86.||Sunday Up The River||1/4/2003|
|87.||A Complaint On The Miseries Of Life||4/20/2010|
|88.||The Wine of Love||1/4/2003|
|90.||Evening In Autumn||4/20/2010|
|91.||Fareweel, Ye Bughts||1/1/2004|
|92.||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!
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."
The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall: