James Thomson

Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, shun the weight

Fareweel, ye bughts, an' all your ewes, An' fields whare bIoomin' heather grows; Nae mair the sportin' lambs I'll see

Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could part From thee, but wi' a dowie heart. When I think on the happy days

Give a man a horse he can ride, Give a man a boat he can sail; And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,

Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude, Companion of the wise and good, But from whose holy piercing eye

When Britain first, at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land,

The Castle of Indolence: Canto I (excerpt) The Castle hight of Indolence, And its false luxury;

From brightening fields of ether fair-disclos'd, Child of the sun, refulgent Summer comes, In pride of youth, and felt through nature's depth:

See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms: Be these my Theme,

The wine of Love is music, And the feast of Love is song: And when Love sits down to the banquet,