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, ...
I.Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climbThe steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!Ah! who can tell ...
1Memory, be still! why throng upon the thoughtThese scenes deep-stain'd with Sorrow's sable dye?Hast thou in store no joy-illumined draught,To ...
Yes, yes, I grant the sons of earthAre doom'd to trouble from their birth.We all of sorrow have our share;But ...
I. 1.O Thou, who glad'st the pensive soul,More than Aurora's smile the swain forlorn,Left all night long to mournWhere desolation frowns, ...
Still, shall unthinking man substantial deemThe forms that fleet through life's deceitful dream?On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays,Shall heedless ...
1Escaped the gloom of mortal life, a soulHere leaves its mouldering tenement of clay,Safe where no cares their whelming billows ...
Farewell, my best-beloved; whose heavenly mindGenius with virtue, strength with softness join'd;Devotion, undebased by pride or art,With meek simplicity, and ...
O thou! whose steps in sacred reverence treadThese lone dominions of the silent dead;On this sad stone a pious look ...
I was a friend, On this sad stone a pious look bestow,Nor uninstructed read this tale of woe;And while the ...
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