1 min read
Слушать(AI)The Morning Lark
Feather'd lyric, warbling high,
Sweetly gaining on the sky,
Op'ning with thy matin lay(Nature's hymn) the eye of day,
Teach my soul, on early wing,
Thus to soar and thus to sing.
While the bloom of orient
Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight,
May the Day-spring from on high,
Seen by faith's religious eye,
Cheer me with His vital ray,
Promise of eternal day.
James Thomson
James Thomson (c. 11 September 1700 – 27 August 1748) was a Scottish poet and playwright, known for his poems The Seasons and The Castle of Indo
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
Scene Between May and June
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found
Lavinia
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends; And fortune smiled deceitful on her birth: For, in her helpless years deprived of all, Of every stay, save innocence and Heaven,
Evening In Summer
Confess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds, All ether softening, sober Evening Her wonted station in the middle air; She sends on earth; then that of deeper
Noontide Retreat of Summer As a Haunt for Meditation
Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky, A thousand shapes, or glide athwart the dusk, Or stalk majestic on Deep-roused,
