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 ...
Do I sleep? Do I dream?Am I hoaxed by a scout?Are things what they seem,Or is Sophists about?Is our 'to ...
The topmost glory of a race is boundWithin the gleaming virtues of its sons.Not by its carven gold shall it ...
Who sees him walk the street, can scarce forbearTo question thus his friend, What prig goes there?So much hath Nature, ...
The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of ...
Monument of our own age's shame,On thy country casting endless blame, Rousseau's grave, how dear thou art to meCalm repose ...
What a misfortune, although you are made for fine and great works this unjust fate of yours always denies you ...
Monument of our own age's shame, On thy country casting endless blame, Rousseau's grave, how dear thou art to me ...
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