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 ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
BOOK I.I.I sing the Cross!—Ye white-robed angel choirs,Who know the chords of harmony to sweep,Ye who o'er holy David's varying ...
Two years have elapsed since the verse of S. W. Met your bright eyes like a fanciful gem;With that kind of ...
Winter's wild birthnight! In the fretful East The uneasy wind moans with its sense of cold, And sends its sighs through gloomy ...
1.Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more ...
Dead Petra in her hill-tomb sleeps,Her stones of emptiness remain;Around her sculptured mystery sweepsThe lonely waste of Edom's plain.From the ...
HATH he not followed a star through the darkness,Ye people who sit at the table of Jephthah?Oh! turn with the ...
A CanticleOh come, ye daughters of Jerusalem!Come with your timbrels and your songs of joy,To hail the sparkling-footed morn, that ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
Between the green bud and the redYouth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
The day came slow, till five o'clockThen sprang before the hillsLike hindered rubies, or the lightA sudden musket spillsThe purple ...
It was like music: Hovering and floating there With the sound of lutes and timbrels In the night air. It ...
The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad,And so is the cat-a mountain,The ant and the mole sit both in ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A ...
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock -- Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies -- or the ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
Now, round my favor'd grot let roses rise, To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest; O! happy buds! ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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