Quote #10
Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.
More from James Thomson
- There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
- Sighed and looked unutterable things.
- Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
- Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.
- Welcome, kindred glooms! Congenial horrors, hail!
- The negligence of Nature wide and wild, Where, undisguised by mimic art, she spreads Unbounded beauty to the roving eye.
- See, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad.
- Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.