James Thomson

1700 - 1748

A Quote by James Thomson on god

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A little round, fat, oily man of God.

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: The Castle of Indolence, 1748

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A Quote by James Thomson on colors

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Among the changing months, May stands confest The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: On May

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A Quote by James Thomson on boasts, creation, imagination, and nature

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

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: The Seasons.

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A Quote by James Thomson on discovery

Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: The Seasons. Summer, 1727

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A Quote by James Thomson on melancholy

Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thulé and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: The Seasons. Autumn, 1730

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A Quote by James Thomson on day

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But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East.

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: The Seasons.

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A Quote by James Thomson on ideas and thought

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: The Seasons. Spring, 1728

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A Quote by James Thomson on needs

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For loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned adorned the most.

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: The Seasons. Autumn, 1730

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A Quote by James Thomson

Sighed and looked unutterable things.

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: The Seasons. Summer, 1727

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A Quote by James Thomson on angels, heaven, and slavery

When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain: Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.

James Thomson (1700 - 1748)

Source: Alfred, 1740

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