Even from the body's purity, the mind
Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
James Thomson Quotes
d. 1748 Scotland
James Thomson (September 11, 1700 – August 27, 1748) was a Scottish poet and playwright.
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103 quotes
The big round tears run down his dappled face;
He groans in anguish.
Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.
Hymn (1730)
Immers’d in furs,
Doze the gross race.
Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.
Alfred: A Masque (1740)
A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.
The Seasons (1726)
Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self.
The Seasons, Autumn (1730)
Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
The Seasons (1726)
From seeming evil still educing good.
Hymn (1730)
But who can count the stars of Heaven?
Who sing their influence on this lower world?
And friendly free discussion calling forth
From the fair jewel Truth its latent ray.
The Seasons (1726)
Studious let me sit,
And hold high converse with the mighty Dead.
Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
O nature! * * *
Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works;
Snatch me to Heaven.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: James Thomson (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.