Poems by James Thomson
Epitaph On Miss Stanley, In Holyrood Church, Southampton
... Who having lived the pride and delight of her parents, ...
To Myra
... Poured through my soul be all their darts ...
On A Country Life
... Nought but soft zephyrs whispering through the trees, ...
On Beauty
... With glowing blushes, like the rosy morn: The way that to this stately palace goes ...
To The God Of Fond Desire
... You drag him at your chariot-wheels ...
Rule, Britannia! (With Variations)
... More dreadful, from each foreign stroke: ...
Death of the Stag
... He bursts the thickets, glances through the glades, ...
Verses Addressed To Amanda
... Yes, yes, you said, for lovers' eyes speak true ...
Contentment
... And crown them with the village toast ...
The Incomparable Soporific Doctor
... The horses start, and prick their quivering ears ...
On May
... The blooming belles and shallow beaux, strange sight, ...
Evening In Summer
... Wide o'er the thistly lawn, as swells the breeze, ...
Come, Gentle God
... With peace and pleasure void of storm, ...
To Seraphina
... Which clears the mind, and cleans the heart, ...
Hymn On Solitude
... Think of its crimes, it cares, its pain,- ...
