James Thomson Poems
|82.||Epitaph On Miss Stanley, In Holyrood Church, Southampton||4/20/2010|
|83.||The Four Seasons : Spring||4/20/2010|
|84.||Farewell To Ravelrig||1/1/2004|
|85.||Sunday Up The River||1/4/2003|
|86.||A Complaint On The Miseries Of Life||4/20/2010|
|87.||The Wine of Love||1/4/2003|
|89.||Dawn In Summer||4/20/2010|
|90.||Evening In Autumn||4/20/2010|
|91.||Fareweel, Ye Bughts||1/1/2004|
|93.||The Four Seasons : Autumn||4/20/2010|
|94.||Hymn On Solitude||1/3/2003|
|95.||A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton||1/3/2003|
|96.||The Seasons: Winter||1/3/2003|
|97.||An Elegy Upon James Therburn, In Chatto||4/20/2010|
|98.||The Four Seasons : Summer||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!
GIVE a man a horse he can ride,
Give a man a boat he can sail;
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,
On sea nor shore shall fail.
Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
Give a man a book he can read:
And his home is bright with a calm delight,
Though the room be poor indeed.