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James Thomson - (Bysshe Vanolis)
November 23, 1834 - June 3, 1882
Poetry Listing
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Chant | While the trees grow, While the streams flow, | 1857 | 8 | 1037 | | 2: | A Polish Insurgent | What would you have? said I; | 1863 | 61 | 969 | | 3: | A Recusant | The church stands there beyond the orchard-blooms: | | 14 | 968 | | 4: | A Song of Sighing | Would some little joy to-day Visit us, heart! | 1866 | 25 | 856 | | 5: | Art | What precious thing are you making fast | 1865 | 52 | 1037 | | 6: | At Belvoir | My thoughts go back to last July, | | 112 | 925 | | 7: | Attempts at Translation from Heine | At the window stood the mother, | | 394 | 998 | | 8: | E. B. B. | The white-rose garland at her feet, | 1867 | 24 | 947 | | 9: | For I Must Sing of All I Feel and Know | For I must sing of all I feel and know, | 1857 | 30 | 759 | | 10: | Four Points in a Life | Still thine eyes haunt me; in the darkness now, | 1857 | 149 | 750 | | 11: | From the Midst of the Fire | From the midst of the fire I fling | 1863 | 8 | 732 | | 12: | He Heard Her Sing | We were now in the midmost Maytime, in the full green flood of the Spring, | 1882 | 194 | 869 | | 13: | In a Christian Churchyard | This field of stones, he said, | 1871 | 4 | 821 | | 14: | In The Room | The sun was down, and twilight grey | 1868 | 210 | 991 | | 15: | In the Train | As we rush, as we rush in the Train, | | 12 | 787 | | 16: | Insomnia | I heard the sounding of the midnight hour; | 1882 | 303 | 816 | | 17: | Life’s Hebe | In the early morning-shine | 1866 | 64 | 952 | | 18: | Lilah, Alice, Hypatia | Who was Lilah? I am sure She was young and sweet and pure; | 1869 | 18 | 740 | | 19: | Lines on His Twenty-Third Birthday | Last evening's huge lax clouds of turbid white | 1857 | 152 | 729 | | 20: | L’Ancien Régime; or The Good Old Rule | Who has a thing to bring | 1867 | 90 | 922 | | 21: | Mater Tenebrarum | In the endless nights, from my bed, where sleepless in anguish I lie, | 1859 | 32 | 775 | | 22: | Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall | Who lectures? No mere scorner; | 1866 | 64 | 708 | | 23: | Night | He cried out through the night: | | 21 | 757 | | 24: | On George Herbert's Poems | What are these leaves dark-spotted and acerb? | 1862 | 6 | 757 | | 25: | Once in a Saintly Passion | Once in a saintly passion | 1869 | 8 | 761 | | 26: | Philosophy | His eyes found nothing beautiful and bright, | 1866 | 55 | 962 | | 27: | Robert Burns | He felt scant need Of church or creed, | | 25 | 888 | | 28: | Song | The Nightingale was not yet heard, | 1877 | 24 | 884 | | 29: | Suggested by Matthew Arnold's Stanzas - Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse | That one long dirge-moan sad and deep, | 1855 | 307 | 696 | | 30: | Sunday at Hampstead | This is the Heath of Hampstead, | | 337 | 925 | | 31: | Sunday Up the River:1 | I looked out into the morning, | 1865 | 428 | 914 | | 32: | The Approach to St. Paul's | Eastwards through busy streets I lingered on; | 1855 | 14 | 901 | | 33: | The City of Dreadful Night | Lo, thus, as prostrate, “In the dust I write | 1882 | 1141 | 974 | | 34: | The Doom of a City, Part I - The Voyage | From out the house I crept, | | 350 | 704 | | 35: | The Fire That Filled My Heart of Old | The fire that filled my heart of old | 1864 | 20 | 729 | | 36: | The Lord of the Castle of Indolence | Nor did we lack our own right royal king, | 1859 | 108 | 929 | | 37: | The Naked Goddess | Through the country to the town | 1867 | 321 | 955 | | 38: | The Three That Shall Be One | Love on the earth alit, Come to be Lord of it; | 1863 | 64 | 912 | | 39: | Through Foulest Fogs | Through foulest fogs of my own sluggish soul, | | 14 | 710 | | 40: | To a Pianiste | I saw thee once, I see thee now; | | 18 | 889 | | 41: | To H.A.B. on My Forty-Seventh Birthday | When one is forty years and seven, | 1881 | 40 | 710 | | 42: | To Our Ladies of Death 1 | Weary of erring in this desert Life, | 1861 | 226 | 848 | | 43: | Two Lovers | Their eyes met; flashed an instant like swift swords | | 124 | 827 | | 44: | Two Sonnets | Why are your songs all wild and bitter sad | 1860 | 28 | 733 | | 45: | Virtue and Vice | She was so good, and he was so bad | 1865 | 42 | 1011 | | 46: | William Blake | He came to the desert of London town | 1866 | 16 | 788 |
About:
James Thomson (November 23, 1834 - June 3, 1882), published under the pseudonym Bysshe Vanolis, was a Victorian-era British poet famous primarily for the long poem The City of Dreadful Night (1874), an expression of bleak pessimism in a dehumanized, uncaring urban environment.
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