Poems by James Thomson

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Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,
Fareweel, ye bughts, an' all your ewes,
Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could part
Give a man a horse he can ride,
Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude,
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
The Castle of Indolence: Canto I (excerpt)
From brightening fields of ether fair-disclos'd,
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year,
The wine of Love is music,