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, ...
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
An Epistle Yes, yes, my friend, I quit the fond pretence To cool reflection, and unbiass'd sense; Your hands have torn away the ...
SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song-Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tractsWhose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streamsCatch mighty life and ...
Light my lone passage thro' this vale of life,And raise the seige of Care! This silent hourTo thee is sacred, ...
WRITTEN IN WINTER.WHY dost thou treat me thus, harsh master, say!Why, with hard usage, wear me half away?Perverse of spirit! ...
"And is there in God's world so drear a place Where the loud bitter cry is raised in vain?Where tears of ...
"Look on this picture, and on that."Tell me not of negro slavery, Of its shackles, stripes, and woes—Shackles stronger, stripes more ...
Gushing from this living fountain,Music pours a falling strain,As the goddess of the mountainComes with all her sparkling train.From her ...
Welcome! Oh, welcome! in thy course of fame—Through rolling clouds of smoke and lurid flame,Belched from a hundred murky piles—at ...
Lady, to thee, to fortune, and to fame,I, all unknown, would yet aspiring claimA right to love thee, and admire ...
Christ is the Paschal Lamb, our sacrifice,Christ is the offering, that made our peace,Christ is the spotless Lamb, by God ...
Can we forget the gloomy time,When Bacchus ruled the day,—When dissipation, sloth and crime,Bore undisputed sway?The time—the time—the gloomy timeThe ...
Thou hast taught us, Lord, that whereTwo or three are met for prayer,Thou wilt certainly be there!As we meet, O ...
Through those old Grounds of memory, The sauntering alone Is a divine intemperance A prudent man would shun. Of liquors ...
Intemperance punished and pardoned. Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent, Prepares for his own punishment; What pains, what loathsome maladies, ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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