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 ...
One day, along the electric wireHis manly word for Freedom sped;We came next morn: that tongue of fireSaid only, "He ...
Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do holdYour brilliant places in the sable vaultOf night's dominions!—Planets, and central orbsOf other ...
At morn I prayed, "I fain would seeHow Three are One, and One is Three;Read the dark riddle unto me."I ...
Albeit for lack of bread we die, Die in a hundred nameless ways,'Tis not for bread alone we cry In these our ...
NOW, for the faith that is in ye,Polander, Sclav, and Kelt!Prove to the world what the lips have hurledThe hearts ...
Could I borrow the laverock's lifting note,Or the silvery song from the blackbird's throat,Then would I warble the whole day ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
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