Notable Quotes
Browse quotes by subject | Browse quotes by author


JAMES THOMSON QUOTES

Health is the vital principle of bliss,
And exercise, of health.

JAMES THOMSON, The Castle of Indolence

See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapors, and Clouds, and Storms.

JAMES THOMSON, "Winter", The Seasons

You cannot rob me of free nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face.

JAMES THOMSON, Castle of Indolence

All nature feels the renovating force
Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye
In ruin seen.

JAMES THOMSON, "Winter", The Seasons

And see where surely Winter passes off,
Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts:
His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill,
The shatter'd forest, and the ravag'd vale;
While softer gales succeed, at whose kind touch,
Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost,
The mountains lift their green heads to the sky.

JAMES THOMSON, "Winter", The Seasons

Dread Winter spreads his latest glooms,
And reigns, tremendous, o'er the conquer'd Year.
How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!
How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends
His desolate domain.

JAMES THOMSON, "Winter", The Seasons

Ah me! from real happiness we stray,
By vice bewilder'd; vice which always leads.
However fair at first, to wilds of woe.

JAMES THOMSON, Agamemnon

Soft-buzzing Slander; silly moths that eat
An honest name.

JAMES THOMSON, Liberty

But who can count the stars of Heaven?
Who sing their influence on this lower world?

JAMES THOMSON, The Seasons

From brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth;
He comes, attended by the sultry Hours,
And ever-fanning breezes, on his way.

JAMES THOMSON, "Summer", The Seasons

The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops; let all their moisture flow,
In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.

JAMES THOMSON, "Spring", The Seasons

Studious let me sit,
And hold high converse with the mighty Dead.

JAMES THOMSON, "Winter", The Seasons

The best of men have ever loved repose:
They hate to mingle in the filthy fray;
Where the soul sours, and gradual rancour grows,
Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day.

JAMES THOMSON, The Castle of Indolence

Come, gentle Spring; ethereal Mildness, come!

JAMES THOMSON, "Spring", The Seasons

But who can paint
Like nature? Can Imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?

JAMES THOMSON, "Spring", The Seasons

Her lips blush deeper sweets.

JAMES THOMSON, The Seasons


SHARE QUOTES WITH FRIENDS!


Life Quotes

Love Quotes

Death Quotes

God Quotes

Wisdom Quotes

Hope Quotes

Success Quotes

Women Quotes

Happiness Quotes

Shakespeare Quotes