This field of stones, he said,
May well call forth a sigh;
Beneath them lie the dead,
On them the living lie.

(C) James Thomson
03/30/2017


Best Poems of James Thomson

• Virtue And Vice
• Philosophy
• Summer
• Lavinia
• When Last We Parted
• Mists In Autumn
• A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton
• William Blake
• On Beauty
• E.b.b.
• A Hymn
• To Myra
• On May
• An Elegy On Parting
• Hymn On Solitude
• The Four Seasons : Spring
• Night
• A Chant