The Minstrel; Or, The Progress Of Genius : Book I. (James Beattie Poems)
I.Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climbThe steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!Ah! who can tell ...
I.Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climbThe steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!Ah! who can tell ...
Where dwells the spirit of the Bard--what skyPersuades his daring wing,--Folded in soft carnation, or in snowStill sleeping, far o'er ...
"O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom!"(The muse interprets thus his tender thought)Your flowers, your verdure, and ...
Frowning over the riddle that Daniel told,Down through the mist hung garden, below a feeble sun,The King of Persia walked: ...
Hagar sits all weepingon a stone mid roadand asks the windswhich way to go.One says, Go east -the other - ...
How was I worthy so divine a loss, Deepening my midnights, kindling all my morns?Why waste such precious wood to make ...
NOT yet are deeds fruition of my thought,Nor is this body symbol of my soul,For evil ever in this life ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
Move upward, working out the brute, And let the ape and tiger die. —TennysonAy, in heaven's name, let us move ...
NEVERMORE Shall the shepherds of Arcady follow Pan's moods as he lolls by the shore Of the mere, or lies ...
I have been looking at a hovelAt the back o' behind;It was like something out of a Welsh novelOf the ...
Underneath a tree I lie,Watching with lack lustre eye, All those little trivial things Weakness after sickness brings;Watching birds flit ...
'Tis hard to say, where my first Thanks are due,To the great Author, or the gen'rous You.His teaching Pen refulgent ...
To Thee, dear God of Mercy, both appeal,Who straightway sound the call to arms. Thou know'st;And that black spot in ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
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