Clergyman's

Crowned with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on.
- James Thomson (poet)

But what most showed the vanity of life
Was to behold the nations all on fire.
- James Thomson (poet)

From seeming evil still educing good.
- James Thomson (poet)

From seeming evil still educing good.
- James Thomson (poet)

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny;
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve.
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
- James Thomson (poet)

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny;
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve.
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
- James Thomson (poet)

O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O!
- James Thomson (poet)

For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh,
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
- James Thomson (poet)

A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard becomes
Who void of envy, guile and lust of gain,
On virtue still and nature's pleasing themes
Poured forth his unpremeditated strain.
- James Thomson (poet)

Poor is the triumph o’er the timid hare!
Scared from the corn, and now to some lone seat
Retired—
- James Thomson (poet)