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, ...
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;The time - oh, any time of the yearWill do as well as another; say ...
The glory of Him who moveth everythingDoth penetrate the universe, and shineIn one part more and in another less.Within that ...
ISome sort of heart I know is hers,-- I chanced to feel her pulse one night;A brain she has that never ...
FROM Venus born, thy beauty shows;But who thy father, no man knows:Nor can the skilful herald traceThe founder of thy ...
I 1.Farewell to Leyden's lonely bound,The Belgian Muse's sober seat;Where dealing frugal gifts aroundTo all the favorites at her feet,She ...
Life is given to us,we earn it by giving it.~Let the dead have the immortality of fame,but the living the ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
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