James Thomson (B.V. ) Poems |
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Scottish Victorian poet who is best remembered for his sombre, imaginative poem "The City of Dreadful Night."
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James Thomson (B.V. )'s poems
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Per me si va nella citta dolente.
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This field of stones, he said,
May well call forth a sigh;
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As we rush, as we rush in the Train,
The trees and the houses go wheeling back,
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Arcane danze
D'immortal piede i ruinosi gioghi
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His eyes found nothing beautiful and bright,
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What precious thing are you making fast
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Give a man a horse he can ride,
Give a man a boat he can sail;
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O antique fables! beautiful and bright
And joyous with the joyous youth of yore;
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Would some little joy to-day
Visit us, heart!
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In the endless nights, from my bed, where sleepless in anguish I lie,
I startle the stillness and gloom with a bitter and strong cry:
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