1814 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

James Thomson

Anonymous, "Sonnet to the Memory of James Thomson" Ladies' Monthly Museum NS 17 (July 1814) 53.



Peace to thy shade, sweet Bard! whose melting lay
Awakes each tender feeling in the soul,
Pourtrays the varying seasons as they roll,
Now sweetly sad, now innocently gay.—
Could I, like thee, in strains harmonious sing
Those fine emotions few I have taste to feel,
Oft from the busy world I'd silent steal,
And woo the Muse on Fancy's airy wing.
Yet tho' to me this talent is deni'd,
Destin'd by fate life's humblest path to tread,
When pensive musing o'er the worthy dead
The tear of sorrow down my cheek shall slide,
I still shall view thee with a mental eye,
And hail thy gentle spirit with a sigh.