Author: James Thomson

GIVE a man a horse he can ride, Give a man a boat he can sail; And his rank and […]

1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an’ all your ewes, An’ fields whare bIoomin’ heather grows; Nae mair the sportin’ lambs I’ll […]

When Britain first, at Heaven’s command, Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And […]

See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and […]

Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish’d into silence, […]