The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius – Book II. (James Beattie Poems)
I.Of chance or change O let not man complain,Else shall he never never cease to wail:For, from the imperial dome, ...
I.Of chance or change O let not man complain,Else shall he never never cease to wail:For, from the imperial dome, ...
THE COSMOPOLITE.BUT the Three, as before, were still sitting and talking together,With the landlord, the worthy divine, and also the ...
JUNE 8, 1881THREE paths there be where Learning's favored sons,Trained in the schools which hold her favored ones,Follow their several ...
When bold Ambition tempts the ingenuous mind To leave the beaten paths of life behind, Sublime on Glory's pinions to arise, Urg'd by ...
I had a dream this morning off Madeira,About my poem and its publication.Methought it was still-born, and I could hear ...
Stream of my fathers! sweetly stillThe sunset rays thy valley fill;Poured slantwise down the long defile,Wave, wood, and spire beneath ...
He fell, a slave of tinsel-honour,A sacrifice to slander's lust;The haughty Poet's head, the noblest,Bowed on his wounded breast in ...
OUR neighbor of the undefended bound,Friend of the hundred years of peace, our kin,Fellow adventurer on the enchanted groundOf the ...
I met with Jack Cornstalk in London to-day,He saw me and coo-eed from over the way.Oh! the solemn-faced Londoners stared ...
To the memory of Laura LopezOne recalls the Goyaves chapelWhere two thousand Antillean Sundays sleepThe harmonious widowhood of the port,And ...
SUCH natural debts of love our Oxford knows,So many ancient dues undesecrate,I marvel how the landmark of a hateFor witness ...
Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,And cruel parents teach, to read and write!What need of letters? wherefore should ...
A Threnody for Robert Louis StevensonCOLD, the dull cold! What ails the sun,And takes the heart out of the day?What ...
Resign'd! —I am resign'd, if Heaven so will,To tread awhile the subterranean pathThat leads me to my Father and my ...
It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor ...
I'd rather be a failure than the man who's never tried;I'd rather seek the mountain-top than always stand aside.Oh, let ...
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
My soul lives in my body's house, And you have both the house and her- But sometimes she is less ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
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