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, ...
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind ...
To Colonel Goethals and the Other Laborers in the Canal ZoneIn lazy laughing Panama-O flutter of ribbon 'twixt the seas!-The ...
IMorn's mystic rose is reddening on the hills,Dawn's irised nautilus makes glad the sea;There is a lyre of flame that ...
SOFT hangs the opiate in the brain,And lulling soothes the edge of pain,Till harshest sound, far off or near,Sings floating ...
O gift of God! O perfect day:Whereon shall no man work, but play;Whereon it is enough for me,Not to be ...
I am a barbarian, a Khazar, a Saracen.Batterer of Roman walls, dynamite's low rumbleAngrier than Rusudan, bowing, not humbled--The ache ...
How grand beneath the feet that company Of steep gray roofs and clustering pinnacles Of the massy fane, brooding in majesty Above the ...
Autumn should be a youth wasted and wan, A flush upon his cheek, and in his eye Unhealthful fire; and there should ...
I Last night I dreamed this dream: That I was dead; And as I slept, forgot of man ...
The year at its turn,the whirring thread unrolls.One hour more, the last today,and what was living time is scrollsof dust ...
I. By the sword of St. Michael The old dragon through;By David his sling ...
Beyond the Chiltern coast, this church:A lighthouse in dry seas of standing corn.Bees hive in the tower; the outer stonePared ...
If I could have put you in my heart, If but I could have wrapped you in myself, How glad ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently, And though thy birth-hour beckons thee, Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails ...
Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves. Let junkmail build its castles in the hush of other people's halls. Let deadlines ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
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