James Thomson was a Scottish poet and playwright, known for his masterpiece The Seasons and the lyrics of Rule, Britannia!.
James Thomson was born in Ednam in Roxburghshire around 11 September 1700 and baptised on 15 September. The fourth of nine children of Thomas Thomson and Beatrix Thomson (née Trotter). Beatrix Thomson was born in Fogo, Berwickshire and was a distant relation of the house of Hume. Thomas Thomson was the Presbyterian minister of Ednam until eight weeks after Thomson’s birth, when he was admitted as minister of Southdean, where Thomson spent most of his early years.
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James Thomson Poems
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.
Hymn on Solitude
Hail, mildly pleasing solitude, Companion of the wise and good; But, from whose holy, piercing eye, The herd of fools, and villains fly.
A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac...
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?
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,
Evening In Autumn
The western sun withdrawn the shorten'd day, And humid evening, gliding o'er the sky In her chill progress, to the ground condensed
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:
Fareweel, ye bughts
* 1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an' all your ewes,
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.
If those who live in shepherd's bower, Press not the rich and stately bed; The new-mown hay and breathing flower
THE wine of Love is music, And the feast of Love is song: And when Love sits down to the banquet, Love sits long:
A Complaint On The Miseries Of Life
I loathe, O Lord, this life below, And all its fading fleeting joys;
Farewell to Ravelrig
* Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could part
Sunday up the River
MY love o'er the water bends dreaming; It glideth and glideth away: She sees there her own beauty, gleaming Through shadow and ripple and spray.
Epitaph On Miss Stanley, In Holyrood Chu...
E. S. Once a lively image of human nature, Such as God made it When he pronounced every work of his to be good.
Quotationsmore quotations »
I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, s...James Thomson (1700-1748), Scottish poet. The Seasons, preface. Thomson's new attitude toward nature anticipated the Romantic movement.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
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!