James Thomson

The Happy Man By James Thomson

The Happy Man By James Thomson

The Happy Man He’s not the happy man, to whom is given A plenteous fortune by indulgent Heaven; Whose gilded roofs on shining columns rise, And painted walls enchant the gazer’s eyes; Whose table flows with hospitable cheer, And all the various bounty of the year; Whose valleys smile, wh... »

On A Country Life By James Thomson

On A Country Life By James Thomson

On A Country Life I hate the clamours of the smoky towns, But much admire the bliss of rural clowns; Where some remains of innocence appear, Where no rude noise insults the listening ear; Nought but soft zephyrs whispering through the trees, Or the still humming of the painful bees; The gentle murmu... »

A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton By James Thomson

A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton By James Thomson

A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish’d into silence, shun the weight Of honours due to his illustrious name? But what can man?–Even now the sons of light, In strains high-warbled... »

To The Reverend Patrick Murdoch, Rector Of Stradishall, In Suffolk By James Thomson

To The Reverend Patrick Murdoch, Rector Of Stradishall, In Suffolk By James Thomson

To The Reverend Patrick Murdoch, Rector Of Stradishall, In Suffolk Thus safely low, my friend, thou canst not fall: Here reigns a deep tranquillity o’er all; No noise, no care, no vanity, no strife; Men, woods, and fields, all breathe untroubled life. Then keep each passion down, however dear;... »

Spring Showers By James Thomson

Spring Showers By James Thomson

Spring Showers The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up Within his iron cave, th’ effusive south Warms the wide air, and o’er the void of heaven Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent. At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise, Scarce staining ether; but, by swift degr... »

He, When Young Spring Protrudes The Bursting Gems By James Thomson

He, When Young Spring Protrudes The Bursting Gems By James Thomson

He, When Young Spring Protrudes The Bursting Gems He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting gems, Into his freshened soul; her genial hours He full enjoys; and not a beauty blows And not an opening blossom breathes in vain. In summer he, beneath the living shade, Such as o’er frigid Tempe w... »

Waterfall By James Thomson

Waterfall By James Thomson

Waterfall Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair and placid: where collected all, In one impetuous torrent down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round. At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, And from the loud-re... »

To Amanda – Come, Dear Amanda, Quit The Town By James Thomson

To Amanda – Come, Dear Amanda, Quit The Town By James Thomson

To Amanda – Come, Dear Amanda, Quit The Town Come, dear Amanda, quit the town, And to the rural hamlets fly; Behold! the wintry storms are gone; A gentle radiance glads the sky. The birds awake, the flowers appear, Earth spreads a verdant couch for thee; ‘Tis joy and music all we hear, &... »

Prologue To Mallet’s Mustapha By James Thomson

Prologue To Mallet’s Mustapha By James Thomson

Prologue To Mallet’s Mustapha Since Athens first began to draw mankind, To picture life, and show the impassion’d mind; The truly wise have ever deem’d the stage The moral school of each enlighten’d age. There, in full pomp, the tragic Muse appears, Queen of soft sorrows, and... »

Death Of The Stag By James Thomson

Death Of The Stag By James Thomson

Death Of The Stag The stag, too, singled from the herd, where long He ranged, the branching monarch of the shade, Before the tempest drives. At first, in speed He, sprightly, puts his faith, and, roused by fear, Gives all his swift aerial soul to flight; Against the breeze he darts, that way the mor... »

The Four Seasons Spring By James Thomson

The Four Seasons Spring By James Thomson

The Four Seasons Spring Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veil’d in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. O Hertford, fitted or to shine in courts With unaffected grace, or walk the plain With innocen... »

Nothing Formed In Vain By James Thomson

Nothing Formed In Vain By James Thomson

Nothing Formed In Vain Let no presuming impious railer tax Creative wisdom, as if aught was form’d In vain, or not for admirable ends. Shall little haughty ignorance pronounce His works unwise, of which the smallest part Excceeds the narrow vision of her mind? As if, upon a full-proportionR... »

A Pastoral Entertainment By James Thomson

A Pastoral Entertainment By James Thomson

A Pastoral Entertainment While in heroic numbers some relate The amazing turns of wise eternal fate; Exploits of heroes in the dusty field, That to their name immortal honour yield; Grant me, ye powers, by the limpid spring The harmless of the plain to sing, A wreath of flowers cull’d from the... »

To The God Of Fond Desire By James Thomson

To The God Of Fond Desire By James Thomson

To The God Of Fond Desire One day the God of fond desire, On mischief bent, to Damon said, ‘Why not disclose your tender fire, Now own it to the lovely maid?’ The shepherd marked his treacherous art, And, softly sighing, thus replied: ”Tis true you have subdued my heart, But shall ... »

Songs In The Masque Of Alfred; To Peace By James Thomson

Songs In The Masque Of Alfred; To Peace By James Thomson

Songs In The Masque Of Alfred; To Peace O Peace! the fairest child of heaven, To whom the sylvan reign was given, The vale, the fountain, and the grove, With every softer scene of love: Return, sweet Peace! and cheer the weeping swain! Return, with Ease and Pleasure in thy train. Hits: 0 »

Happiness Of A Country Life By James Thomson

Happiness Of A Country Life By James Thomson

Happiness Of A Country Life Oh! knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he, who, far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. What though the dome be wanting, whose proud gate Each morning vomits out the sneaking crowd Of flatt... »

Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress By James Thomson

Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress By James Thomson

Verses On Receiving A Flower From His Mistress Madam, the flower that I received from you, Ere I came home, had lost its lovely hue: As flowers deprived of the genial day, Its sprightly bloom did wither and decay; Dear, fading flower, I know full well, said I, The reason why you shed your sweets and... »

The Wine of Love By James Thomson

The Wine of Love By James Thomson

The Wine of Love THE wine of Love is music,    And the feast of Love is song: And when Love sits down to the banquet,    Love sits long: Sits long and arises drunken,    But not with the feast and the wine; He reeleth with his own heart,    That great, rich Vine. Hits: 1 »

On The Report That A Wooden Bridge Was To Be Built At Westminster By James Thomson

On The Report That A Wooden Bridge Was To Be Built At Westminster By James Thomson

On The Report That A Wooden Bridge Was To Be Built At Westminster By Rufus’ hall, where Thames polluted flows, Provoked, the Genius of the river rose, And thus exclaimed: ‘Have I, ye British swains, Have I for ages laved your fertile plains? Given herds, and flocks, and villages increase... »

Dawn In Summer By James Thomson

Dawn In Summer By James Thomson

Dawn In Summer When now no more th’ alternate twins are fired, And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze, Short is the doubtful empire of the Night; And soon, observant of approaching Day, The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews, At first faint-gleaming in the dappled east: Till far o’e... »

The Four Seasons Winter By James Thomson

The Four Seasons Winter By James Thomson

The Four 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, Congenial horrors, hail! with frequent foot, ... »

Noontide Retreat Of Summer As A Haunt For Meditation By James Thomson

Noontide Retreat Of Summer As A Haunt For Meditation By James Thomson

Noontide Retreat Of Summer As A Haunt For Meditation Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky, A thousand shapes, or glide athwart the dusk, Or stalk majestic on. Deep-roused, I feel A sacred terror, a severe delight, Creep through my mortal frame; and thus, methinks, A voice, than human more, th̵... »

A Pastoral Betwixt David, Thirsis, And The Angel Gabriel, Upon The Birth Of Our Saviour By James Thomson

A Pastoral Betwixt David, Thirsis, And The Angel Gabriel, Upon The Birth Of Our Saviour By James Thomson

A Pastoral Betwixt David, Thirsis, And The Angel Gabriel, Upon The Birth Of Our Saviour DAVID. What means yon apparition in the sky, Thirsis, that dazzles every shepherd’s eye? I slumbering was when from yon glorious cloud Came gliding music heavenly, sweet, and loud, With sacred raptures whic... »

To Seraphina By James Thomson

To Seraphina By James Thomson

To Seraphina The wanton’s charms, however bright, Are like the false illusive light Whose flattering unauspicious blaze To precipices oft betrays: But that sweet ray your beauties dart, Which clears the mind, and cleans the heart, Is like the sacred queen of night, Who pours a lovely gentle li... »

Songs In The Masque Of Alfred; To Alfred By James Thomson

Songs In The Masque Of Alfred; To Alfred By James Thomson

Songs In The Masque Of Alfred; To Alfred First Spirit. Hear, Alfred, father of the state, Thy genius Heaven’s high will declare! What proves the hero truly great, Is never, never to despair: Is never to despair. Second Spirit. Thy hope awake, thy heart expand, With all its vigour, all its fire... »

Gifts By James Thomson

Gifts By James Thomson

Gifts 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. G... »

Verses Addressed To Amanda By James Thomson

Verses Addressed To Amanda By James Thomson

Verses Addressed To Amanda Ah, urged too late! from beauty’s bondage free, Why did I trust my liberty with thee? And thou, why didst thou, with inhuman art, If not resolved to take, seduce my heart? Yes, yes, you said, for lovers’ eyes speak true; You must have seen how fast my passion g... »

The Study And Beauties Of The Works Of Nature By James Thomson

The Study And Beauties Of The Works Of Nature By James Thomson

The Study And Beauties Of The Works Of Nature O Nature! all-sufficient! over all! Enrich me with the knowledge of Thy works! Snatch me to heaven; Thy rolling wonders there, World beyond world, in infinite extent, Profusely scatter’d o’er the void immense, Shew me; their motions, periods,... »

On The Hoop By James Thomson

On The Hoop By James Thomson

On The Hoop The hoop, the darling justly of the fair, Of every generous swain deserves the care. It is unmanly to desert the weak, ‘Twould urge a stone, if possible, to speak; To hear stanch hypocrites bawl out and cry, ‘This hoop’s a whorish garb, fie! ladies, fie!’ O cruel ... »

Contentment By James Thomson

Contentment By James Thomson

Contentment If those who live in shepherd’s bower, Press not the rich and stately bed; The new-mown hay and breathing flower A softer couch beneath them spread. If those who sit at shepherd’s board, Soothe not their taste by wanton art; They take what Nature’s gifts afford, And tak... »

The Effects Of Spring On Nature By James Thomson

The Effects Of Spring On Nature By James Thomson

The Effects Of Spring On Nature See where the winding vale its lavish stores, Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinks The latent rill, scarce oozing through the grass, In fair profusion, decks. Long let us walk, Where the breeze blows from yon extended field Of blossom’d beans. Arabia can... »

Mists In Autumn By James Thomson

Mists In Autumn By James Thomson

Mists In Autumn Now, by the cool, declining year condescend, Descend the copious exhalations, check’d, As up the middle sky unseen they stole, And roll the doubling fogs around the hill. No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime, Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides, And high between c... »

A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell By James Thomson

A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell By James Thomson

A Pastoral Between Thirsis And Corydon, Upon The Death Of Damon, By Whom Is Meant Mr. W. Riddell Thir. Say, tell me true, what is the doleful cause That Corydon is not the man he was? Your cheerful presence used to lighten cares, And from the plains to banish gloomy fears. Whene’er unto the ci... »

To The Nightingale By James Thomson

To The Nightingale By James Thomson

To The Nightingale O nightingale, best poet of the grove, That plaintive strain can ne’er belong to thee, Blessed in the full possession of thy love: O lend that strain, sweet Nighingale, to me! ‘Tis mine, alas! to mourn a wretched fate: I love a maid who all my bosom charms, Yet lose my... »

Sheep-Sheering By James Thomson

Sheep-Sheering By James Thomson

Sheep-Sheering In one diffusive band, They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog Compell’d to where the mazy-running brook Forms a deep pool; this bank abrupt and high, And that fair-spreading in a pebbled shore, Urged to the giddy brink, much is the toil, The clamour much, of men, and boys... »

From Those Eternal Regions By James Thomson

From Those Eternal Regions By James Thomson

From Those Eternal Regions From those eternal regions bright, Where suns, that never set in night, Diffuse the golden day; Where Spring, unfading, pours around, O’er all the dew-impearled ground, Her thousand colours gay; O whether on the fountain’s flowery side, Whence living waters gli... »

The Reapers In Autumn By James Thomson

The Reapers In Autumn By James Thomson

The Reapers In Autumn Soon as the morning trembles o’er the sky, And unperceived, unfolds the spreading day; Before the ripen’d field the reapers stand, In fair array. At once they stoop and swell the lusty sheaves; While through their cheerful band the rural talk, The rural scandal, and... »

On The Death Of Mr Aikman By James Thomson

On The Death Of Mr Aikman By James Thomson

On The Death Of Mr Aikman Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy genuine mind, Just as the living forms by thee designed; Of Raphael’s figures none should fairer shine, Nor Titian’s colours longer last than mine. A mind in wisdom old, in lenience young, From fervent truth where every virtue sp... »

Come, Gentle God By James Thomson

Come, Gentle God By James Thomson

Come, Gentle God Come, gentle God of soft desire, Come and possess my happy breast, Not fury-like in flames and fire, Or frantic folly’s wildness dressed; But come in friendship’s angel-guise; Yet dearer thou than friendship art, More tender spirit in thy eyes, More sweet emotions at thy... »

The Four Seasons Autumn By James Thomson

The Four Seasons Autumn By James Thomson

The Four Seasons Autumn Crown’d with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o’er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more, Well pleased, I tune. Whate’er the wintry frost Nitrous prepared; the various blossom’d Spring Put in white promise f... »

Lisy’s Parting With Her Cat By James Thomson

Lisy’s Parting With Her Cat By James Thomson

Lisy’s Parting With Her Cat The dreadful hour with leaden pace approached, Lashed fiercely on by unrelenting fate, When Lisy and her bosom Cat must part: For now to school and pensive needle doomed, She’s banished from her childhood’s undashed joy, And all the pleasing intercourse ... »

A Paraphrase On The Latter Part Of The Sixth Chapter Of St Matthew By James Thomson

A Paraphrase On The Latter Part Of The Sixth Chapter Of St Matthew By James Thomson

A Paraphrase On The Latter Part Of The Sixth Chapter Of St Matthew When my breast labours with oppressive care, And o’er my cheek descends the falling tear: While all my warring passions are at strife, Oh! let me listen to the words of life! Raptures deep-felt his doctrine did impart, And thus... »

To The Same (Amanda) With A Copy Of The ‘seasons’ By James Thomson

To The Same (Amanda) With A Copy Of The ‘seasons’ By James Thomson

To The Same (Amanda) With A Copy Of The ‘seasons’ Accept, loved Nymph, this tribute due To tender friendship, love, and you: But with it take what breathed the whole. O take to thine the poet’s soul. If Fancy here her power displays, And if a heart exalts these lays- You, fairest, ... »

Song By James Thomson

Song By James Thomson

Song When blooming spring Arrays the laughing fields in green, Then flowers in open air are seen, And warbling birds are heard to sing, Almighty love Doth sweetly move All nature through; Then tell me, Chloe, why are you Averse thereto; When blooming charms Invite your lover’s circling arms? O... »

Farewell To Ravelrig By James Thomson

Farewell To Ravelrig By James Thomson

Farewell To Ravelrig * Sweet Ravelrig, I ne’er could part From thee, but wi’ a dowie heart. When I think on the happy days I spent in youth about your braes, When innocence my steps did guide, Where murmuring streams did sweetly glide Beside the braes well stored wi’ trees, And swe... »

The Seasons Winter By James Thomson

The Seasons Winter By James Thomson

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! —... »

On The Death Of His Mother By James Thomson

On The Death Of His Mother By James Thomson

On The Death Of His Mother Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim, Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame; True genuine woe my throbbing breast inspires, Love prompts my lays, and filial duty fires; My soul springs instant at the warm design, And the heart dictates every flowing line. See! where t... »

Cattle In Summer By James Thomson

Cattle In Summer By James Thomson

Cattle In Summer Around th’ adjoining brook, that purls along The vocal grove, now fretting o’er a rock, Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool, Now starting to a sudden stream, and now Gently diffused into a limpid plain A various group the herds and flocks compose. Rural confusion! o... »

The Four Seasons  Summer By James Thomson

The Four Seasons Summer By James Thomson

The Four Seasons Summer From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed, Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes, In pride of youth, and felt through Nature’s depth: He comes attended by the sultry Hours, And ever fanning breezes, on his way; While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring Av... »

Lines On Marle Field By James Thomson

Lines On Marle Field By James Thomson

Lines On Marle Field What is the task that to the muse belongs? What but to deck in her harmonious songs The beauteous works of nature and of art, Rural retreats that cheer the heavy heart? Then Marle Field begin, my muse, and sing; With Marle Field the hills and vales shall ring. O! what delight an... »

A Nuptial Song By James Thomson

A Nuptial Song By James Thomson

A Nuptial Song Come, gentle Venus! and assuage A warring world, a bleeding age. For nature lives beneath thy ray, The wintry tempests haste away, A lucid calm invests the sea, Thy native deep is full of thee; The flowering earth where’er you fly, Is all o’er spring, all sun the sky; A ge... »

To The Memory Of The Right Honourable Lord Talbot By James Thomson

To The Memory Of The Right Honourable Lord Talbot By James Thomson

To The Memory Of The Right Honourable Lord Talbot, Late Chancellor Of Great Britain. Addressed To His Son. While with the public, you, my Lord, lament A friend and father lost; permit the muse, The muse assigned of old a double theme, To praise the dead worth and humble living pride, Whose generous ... »

Scene Between May And June By James Thomson

Scene Between May And June By James Thomson

Scene Between May And June In lowly dale, fast by a river’s side, With woody hill o’er hill encompass’d round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground; And there a season atween June and May, Half pra... »

Fareweel, Ye Bughts By James Thomson

Fareweel, Ye Bughts By James Thomson

Fareweel, Ye Bughts * 1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an’ all your ewes, An’ fields whare bIoomin’ heather grows; Nae mair the sportin’ lambs I’ll see Since my true love’s forsaken me. CHORUS. Nae mair I’ll hear wi’ pleasure sing The cheerfu’ lav’r... »

The Morning Lark By James Thomson

The Morning Lark By James Thomson

The Morning Lark Feather’d lyric, warbling high, Sweetly gaining on the sky, Op’ning with thy matin lay (Nature’s hymn) the eye of day, Teach my soul, on early wing, Thus to soar and thus to sing. While the bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight, May the Day-spring ... »

On Mrs Mendez’ Birthday, Who Was Born On Valentine’s Day By James Thomson

On Mrs Mendez’ Birthday, Who Was Born On Valentine’s Day By James Thomson

On Mrs Mendez’ Birthday, Who Was Born On Valentine’s Day Thine is the gentle day of love, When youths and virgins try their fate; When, deep retiring to the grove, Each feathered songster weds his mate. With tempered beams the skies are bright, Earth decks in smiles her pleasing face; Su... »

Care Of Birds For Their Young By James Thomson

Care Of Birds For Their Young By James Thomson

Care Of Birds For Their Young As thus the patient dam assiduous sits, Not to be tempted from her tender task, Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth delight, Tho’ the whole loosen’d spring around her blows, Her sympathising partner takes his stand High on th’ opponent bank, and ceaseless... »

The Castle Of Indolence By James Thomson

The Castle Of Indolence By James Thomson

The Castle Of Indolence The castle hight of Indolence, And its false luxury; Where for a little time, alas! We lived right jollily. O mortal man, who livest here by toil, Do not complain of this thy hard estate; That like an emmet thou must ever moil, Is a sad sentence of an ancient date: And, certe... »

Lavinia By James Thomson

Lavinia By James Thomson

Lavinia The lovely young Lavinia once had friends; And fortune smiled deceitful on her birth: For, in her helpless years deprived of all, Of every stay, save innocence and Heaven, She, with her widow’d mother, feeble, old, And poor, lived in a cottage, far retired Among the windings of a woody... »

A Man Perishing In The Snow; From Whence Reflections Are Raised On The Miseries Of Life. By James Thomson

A Man Perishing In The Snow; From Whence Reflections Are Raised On The Miseries Of Life. By James Thomson

A Man Perishing In The Snow; From Whence Reflections Are Raised On The Miseries Of Life. As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce, All winter drives along the darken’d air; In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain Disaster’d stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless bro... »

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