James Thomson Quotes

For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.

And Mecca saddens at the long delay.

Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.

But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east.

Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?

The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.

The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.

There studious let me sit,
And hold high converse with the mighty dead.

Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.

Welcome, kindred glooms!
Congenial horrors, hail!

See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad.

I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence?

Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.

From seeming evil still educing good.

Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.