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James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон)


Summer


Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead:
The rustic youth, brown with meridian toil,
Healthful and strong; full as the summer-rose
Blown by prevailing suns, the ruddy maid,
Half naked, swelling on the sight, and all
Her kindled graces burning o'er her cheek.
E'en stooping age is here; and infant hands
Trail the long rake, or, with the fragrant load
O'ercharged, amid the kind oppression roll.
Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row
Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field,
They spread the breathing harvest to the sun,
That throws refreshful round a rural smell:
Or, as they rake the green-appearing ground,
And drive the dusky wave along the mead,
The russet hay-cock rises thick behind,
In order gay. While heard from dale to dale,
Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice
Of happy labour, love, and social glee. 



James Thomson's other poems:
  1. Sheep-Sheering
  2. A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton
  3. On A Country Life
  4. On The Death Of His Mother
  5. Verses Addressed To Amanda


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп) Summer ("See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!")
  • Samuel Johnson (Сэмюэл Джонсон) Summer ("O Phoebus! down the western sky")
  • John Clare (Джон Клэр) Summer ("Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come")
  • William Morris (Уильям Моррис) Summer ("Summer looked for long am I")
  • Robert Anderson (Роберт Андерсон) Summer ("Now the gay smiles of Summer enliven each scene")

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