I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence? — James Thomson Copy Share Image
I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works… — James Thomson Copy Share Image
“Surely I write not for the hopeful young, Or those who deem their happiness of worth, Or such as pasture and grow fat among… — James Thomson Copy Share Image
“And now at last authentic word I bring, Witnessed by every dead and living thing; Good tidings of great joy for you, for all:… — James Thomson Copy Share Image
That which makes people dissatisfied with their condition, is the chimerical idea they form of the happiness of others. — James Thomson Copy Share Image
“Our Mother feedeth thus our little life, That we may in turn feed her with our death” — James Thomson Copy Share Image
“How the moon triumphs through the endless nights! How the stars throb and glitter as they wheel Their thick processions of supernal lights Around… — James Thomson Copy Share Image
But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers? — James Thomson Copy Share Image
“Who is most wretched in this dolorous place? I think myself; yet I would rather be My miserable self than He, than He Who… — James Thomson Copy Share Image
