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James Thomson
(1700-1748)
Contents
The Life and Poetry of James Thomson
Brief Introduction: James Thomson
Complete Poetical Works of James Thomson
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
The Dramatic Works
The Tragedy of Sophonisba
Agamemnon
Alfred
Tancred and Sigismunda
Edward and Eleanora
Coriolanus
The Non-Fiction
Preface to John Milton’s ‘Areopagitica’
The Biographies
Thomson by Samuel Johnson
James Thomson by Thomas Seccombe
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The Life and Poetry of James Thomson
Ednam in Roxburghshire, Scottish Borders, near Kelso — Thomson’s birthplace
Ednam Parish Church
Brief Introduction: James Thomson
From ‘A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature’ by John William Cousin
James Thomson, (1700-1748). — Poet, s. of the minister of Ednam, Roxburghshire, spent most of his youth, however, at Southdean, a neighbouring parish, to which his f. was translated. He was ed. at the parish school there, at Jedburgh, and at Edin., whither he went with the view of studying for the ministry. The style of one of his earliest sermons having been objected to by the Prof. of Divinity as being too flowery and imaginative, he gave up his clerical views and went to London in 1725, taking with him a part of what ultimately became his poem of Winter. By the influence of his friend Mallet he became tutor to Lord Binning, s. of the Earl of Haddington, and was introduced to Pope, Arbuthnot, Gay, and others. Winter was pub. in 1726, and was followed by Summer (1727), Spring (1728), and Autumn (1730), when the whole were brought together as The Seasons. Previous to 1730 he had produced one or two minor poems and the tragedy of Sophonisba, which, after promising some success, was killed by the unfortunate line, “Oh! Sophonisba, Sophonisba, oh!” being parodied as “Oh! Jemmy Thomson, Jemmy Thomson, oh!” In 1731 T. accompanied Charles Talbot, s. of the Lord Chancellor, to the Continent, as tutor, and on his return received the sinecure Secretaryship of Briefs which, however, he lost in 1737, through omitting to apply for its continuance to Talbot’s successor. He then returned to the drama and produced Agamemnon in 1738, and Edward and Eleanora in 1739. The same year he received from the Prince of Wales a pension of £100, and was made Surveyor-General of the Leeward Islands which, after providing for a deputy to discharge the duties, left him £300 a year.
He was now in comfortable circumstances and settled in a villa near Richmond, where he amused himself with gardening and seeing his friends. In conjunction with Mallet he wrote, in 1740, the masque of Alfred, in which appeared Rule Britannia, which M. afterwards claimed, or allowed to be claimed, for him, but which there is every reason to believe was contributed by T. In 1745 appeared Tancred and Sigismunda, the most successful of his dramas, and in 1748 Coriolanus. In May of the latter year he pub. The Castle of Indolence, an allegorical poem in the Spenserian stanza, generally considered to be his masterpiece. In August following he caught a chill which developed into a fever, and carried him off in his 48th year. Though T. was undoubtedly a poet by nature, his art was developed by constant and fastidious polishing. To The Seasons, originally containing about 4000 lines, he added about 1400 in his various revisions. He was the first to give the description of nature the leading place, and in his treatment of his theme he showed much judgment in the selection of the details to be dwelt upon. His blank verse, though not equal to that of a few other English poets, is musical and wielded in a manner suitable to his subject. In all his poems he displays the genial temper and kindly sympathies by which he was characterised as a man. He was never m., and lived an easy, indolent life, beloved by his many friends.
A line engraving of James Thomson by James Basire, c. 1746
Complete Poetical Works of James Thomson
CONTENTS
The Seasons
SPRING
SUMMER
AUTUMN
WINTER
A HYMN ON THE SEASONS
The Castle of Indolence
CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. CANTO I
CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. CANTO II
Liberty
LIBERTY: A POEM
THE CONTENTS OF PART I
PART I. ANCIENT AND MODERN ITALY COMPARED
THE CONTENTS OF PART II
PART II. GREECE
THE CONTENTS OF PART III
PART III. ROME
THE CONTENTS OF PART IV
PART IV. BRITAIN
THE CONTENTS OF PART V
PART V. THE PROSPECT
NOTES TO LIBERTY
Lyrical Pieces
RULE, BRITANNIA!
ODE. TELL ME, THOU SOUL OF HER I LOVE,
COME, GENTLE GOD
SONG. ONE DAY THE GOD OF FOND DESIRE
SONG. HARD IS THE FATE OF HIM WHO LOVES
TO AMANDA
TO AMANDA II
TO MYRA
TO FORTUNE
THE BASHFUL LOVER
TO THE NIGHTINGALE
HYMN ON SOLITUDE
A NUPTIAL SONG
AN ODE ON AEOLUS’S HARP
Memorial Verses
ON THE DEATH OF HIS MOTHER
TO THE MEMORY OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON
ON THE DEATH OF MR. WILLIAM AIKMAN, THE PAINTER
TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD TALBOT, LATE CHANCELLOR OF GREAT BRITAIN
EPITAPH ON MISS ELIZABETH STANLEY
A POEM TO THE MEMORY OF MR. CONGREVE
Epistles
TO DODINGTON
TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES
TO THE REV. PATRICK MURDOCH
LINES SENT TO GEORGE LYTTELTON, ESQ. SOON AFTER THE DEATH OF HIS WIFE: WRITTEN IN A COPY OF ‘THE SEASONS ‘.
TO MRS. MENDEZ’ BIRTHDAY
TO THE INCOMPARABLE SOPORIFIC DOCTOR
TO SERAPHINA
TO AMANDA
TO AMANDA II
TO AMANDA, WITH A COPY OF ‘THE SEASONS’
Miscellaneous Poems
BRITANNIA: A POEM
A PARAPHRASE OF THE LATTER PART OF THE SIXTH CHAPTER OF
ON THE REPORT OF A WOODEN BRIDGE TO BE BUILT AT WESTMINSTER
Juvenilia
THE WORKS AND WONDERS OF ALMIGHTY POWER
A PARAPHRASE OF PSALM CIV
A COMPLAINT ON THE MISERIES OF LIFE
HYMN ON THE POWER OF GOD
A PASTORAL BETWIXT DAVID, THI
RSIS, AND THE ANGEL GABRIEL, UPON THE BIRTH OF OUR SAVIOUR
PASTORAL BETWEEN THIRSIS AND CORYDON UPON THE DEATH OF DAMON
OF A COUNTRY LIFE
UPON HAPPINESS
VERSES ON RECEIVING A FLOWER FROM A LADY
ON BEAUTY
A PASTORAL ENTERTAINMENT
AN ELEGY UPON JAMES THERBURN IN CHATTO
ON THE HOOP
AN ELEGY ON PARTING
THE MONTH OF MAY
MORNING IN THE COUNTRY
LISY’S PARTING WITH HER CAT
LINES ON MARLEFIELD
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO SIR WILLIAM BENNET
The Seasons
CONTENTS
SPRING
SUMMER
AUTUMN
WINTER
A HYMN ON THE SEASONS
SPRING
THE ARGUMENT
The subject proposed. Inscribed to Lady Hartford. This Season is described as it affects the various parts of Nature, ascending from the lower to the higher; and mixed with Digressions arising from the subject. Its influence on inanimate Matter, on Vegetables, on brute Animals, and last on Man; concluding with a Dissuasive from the wild and irregular passion of Love, opposed to that of a purer and more reasonable kind.
Come, gentle Spring, æthereal Mildness, come;
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil’d in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
O Hertford, fitted, or to shine in courts,
With unaffected grace; or walk the plain,
With Innocence and Meditation join’d
In soft assemblage, listen to my song,
That thy own season paints; when Nature all
Is blooming, and benevolent like thee.
And see where surly 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.
As yet the trembling year is unconfirm’d,
And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze,
Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving sleets
Deform the day delightless; so that scarce
The Bittern knows his time, with bill engulft
To shake the sounding marsh; or from the shore
The Plover theirs, to scatter o’er the heath,
And sing their wild notes to the listening waste.
At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun,
And the bright Bull receives him. Then no more
Th’ expansive atmosphere is cramp’d with cold,
But full of life, and vivifying soul,
Lifts the light clouds sublime, and spreads them thin,
Fleecy, and white, o’er all-surrounding heaven.
Forth fly the tepid airs; and unconfin’d,
Unbinding earth, the moving softness strays.
Joyous th’impatient husbandman perceives
Relenting Nature, and his lusty steers,
Drives from their stalls, to where the well-us’d plow
Lies in the furrow loosen’d from the frost.
There, unrefusing to the harness’d yoke,
They lend their shoulder, and begin their toil,
Chear’d by the simple song, and soaring lark.
Meanwhile incumbent o’er the shining share
The master leans, removes th’ obstructing clay,
Winds the whole work, and sidelong lays the glebe.
White thro’ the neighbouring fields the sower stalks,
With measur’d step, and liberal throws the grain
Into the faithful bosom of the Ground.
The harrow follows harsh, and shuts the scene.
Be gracious, Heaven! for now laborious man
Has done his due. Ye fostering breezes, blow!
Ye softening dews, ye tender showers, descend!
And temper all, thou world-reviving sun,
Into the perfect year! Nor, ye who live
In luxury and ease, in pomp and pride,
Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear.
’Twas such as these the rural Maro sung
To the full Roman court, in all its height
Of elegance and taste. The sacred plow
Employ’d the kings and fathers of mankind,
In antient times. And some, with whom compar’d
You’re but the beings of a summer’s day,
Have held the scale of justice, shook the lance
Of mighty war, then with descending hand,
Unus’d to little delicacies, seiz’d
The plow, and greatly independent liv’d.
Ye generous Britons, cultivate the plow!
And o’er your hills, and long withdrawing vales,
Let Autumn spread his treasures to the sun,
Luxuriant, and unbounded. As the sea,
Far thro’ his azurem turbulent extent,
Your empire owns, and from a thousand shores
Wafts all the pomp of life into your ports;
So with superior boon may your rich soil,
Exuberant, nature’s better blessings pour
O’er every land, the naked nations cloath,
And be th’ exhaustless granary of a world!
Nor thro’ the lenient air alone, this change
Delicious breathes; the penetrative sun,
His force deep-darting to the dark retreat
Of vegetation, sets the steaming power
At large, to wander o’er the vernant earth
In various hues; but chiefly thee, gay Green!
Thou smiling Nature’s universal robe!
United light and shade! where the sight dwells
With growing strength, and ever-new delight!
From the moist meadow to the brown-bow’d hill,
Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs,
And swells, and deepens to the cherish’d eye.
The hawthorn whitens; and the juicy groves
Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees,
Till the whole leafy forest stands display’d,
In full luxuriance, to the sighing gales;
While the deer rustle thro’ the twining brake,
And the birds sing conceal’d. At once array’d
In all the colours of the flushing year,
By Nature’s swift and secret-working hand,
The garden glows, and fills the liberal air
With lavish fragrance; while the promis’d fruit
Lies yet a little embryo, unperceiv’d,
Within its crimson folds. Now from the town,
Buried in smoak, and sleep, and noisom damps,
Oft let me wander o’er the dewy fields,
Where freshness breathes, and dash the lucid drops
From the bent bush, as thro’ the fuming maze
Of sweet-briar hedges I pursue my walk;
Or taste the smell of dairy; or ascend
Some eminence, Augusta, in thy plains,
And see the country far-diffus’d around
One boundless blush, one white-empurpled shower
Of mingled blossoms; where the raptur’d eye
Travels from joy to joy, and, hid beneath
The fair profusion, yellow Autumn spies.
If brushed from Russian wilds a cutting gale
Rise not, and scatter from his foggy wings
The bitter mildew, or dry-blowing breathe
Untimely frost; before whose baleful blast,
The full-blown Spring thro’ all her foliage shrinks,
Into a smutty, wide-dejected waste.
For oft engender’d by the hazy north,
Myriads on myriads, insect-armies waft
Keen in t
he poison’d breeze; and wasteful eat
Thro’ buds and bark, into the blacken’d Core,
Their eager way. A feeble race! scarce seen,
Save by the prying eye; yet famine waits
On their corrosive course, and kills the year.
Sometimes o’er cities as they steer their flight,
Where rising vapour melts their wings away,
Gaz’d by th’astonish’d crowd, the horrid shower
Descends. And hence the skilful farmer chaff,
And blazing straw before his orchard burns;
Till, all involv’d in smoak, the latent foe
From every cranny suffocated falls;
Of onions, steaming hot, beneath his trees
Exposes, fatal to the frosty tribe:
Nor, from their friendly task, the busy bill
Of little trooping birds instinctive scares.
These are not idle philosophic dreams,
Full Nature swarms with life. Th’ faithful fen
In purtrid steams emits the livid cloud
Of pestilence. Thro’ subterranean cells,
Where searching sun-beams never found a way,
Earth animated heaves. The flowery leaf
Wants not its soft inhabitants. The stone,
Hard as it is, in every winding pore
Holds multitudes. But chief the forest-boughs,
Which dance unnumber’d to th’ inspiring breeze,
The downy orchard, and the melting pulp
Of mellow fruit the nameless nations feed
Of evanescent insects. Where the pool
Stands mantled o’er with green, invisible,
Amid the floating verdure millions stray.
Each liquid too, whether of acid taste,
Potent, or mild, with various forms abounds.
Nor is the lucid stream, nor the pure air,
Tho’ one transparent vacancy they seem,