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Famous Thomson Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Thomson poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous thomson poems. These examples illustrate what a famous thomson poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Burns, Robert
...sweet Poet of the year!
 Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won;
While Scotia, with exulting tear,
 Proclaims that THOMSON was her son....Read more of this...



by Burns, Robert
...DOST thou not rise, indignant shade,
 And smile wi’ spurning scorn,
When they wha wad hae starved thy life,
 Thy senseless turf adorn?


Helpless, alane, thou clamb the brae,
 Wi’ meikle honest toil,
And claught th’ unfading garland there—
 Thy sair-worn, rightful spoil.


And wear it thou! and call aloud
 This axiom undoubted—
Would thou hae Nobles’ p...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...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 seraphic lyre,
Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss.
Yet am not I deterr'd, though high the theme,
And sun...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...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'rock in the Spring, 
But sad in grief now I maun mourn, 
Far, far frae her, o'er Logan-burn. 

2. Alas! nae mair w...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...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 sweetest flow'rs that fend the bees: 

And there the tuneful tribe doth sing, 
While lightl...Read more of this...



by Thomson, James
...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. 

Give a man a girl he can love, 
 As I, O my love, love ...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...Hail, mildly pleasing solitude,
Companion of the wise and good;
But, from whose holy, piercing eye,
The herd of fools, and villains fly.
Oh! how I love with thee to walk,
And listen to thy whisper'd talk,
Which innocence, and truth imparts,
And melts the most obdurate hearts. 

A thousand shapes you wear with ease,
And still in every shape you plea...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...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 ...Read more of this...

by Hunt, James Henry Leigh
...There is May in books forever; 
May will part from Spenser never; 
May's in Milton, May's in Prior, 
May's in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer; 
May's in all the Italian books:-- 
She has old and modern nooks, 
Where she sleeps with nymphs and elves, 
In happy places they call shelves, 
And will rise and dress your rooms 
With a drapery thick with blooms. 
Come, ye rains, then if ye will, 
May's at home, and with me still; 
But come rather, thou, good weather, 
And find us in the ...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never, 
Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God, 
Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load 
Of death, called life, which us from life doth sever. 
Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour, 
Stayed not behind, nor in the grave were trod; 
But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod, 
Followed thee u...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...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:
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them ...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...thy fill of pure immortal streams.

Note: Camb. Autograph supplies title, On the Religious
Memory of Catherine Thomson, my Christian Friend, deceased
16 Decemb., 1646....Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...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. 

O tell her, thou murmuring river, 
 As past her your light wavelets roll, 
How steadfast that image for ever 
 Shines pure in pure depths of my soul....Read more of this...

by Wordsworth, William
...round  By virtue's holiest powers attended. [5] [Footnote 5: Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written,I believe, of the poems which were published during his life-time.This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza.]...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...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! -- With frequent Foot,
Pleas'd, have I, in my cheerful Morn of Life,
When, nurs'd by care...Read more of this...

by Thomson, James
...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....Read more of this...

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