The Judgment Of Paris (James Beattie Poems)
1Far in the depth of Ida's inmost grove,A scene for love and solitude design'd;Where flowery woodbines wild, by Nature wove,Form'd ...
1Far in the depth of Ida's inmost grove,A scene for love and solitude design'd;Where flowery woodbines wild, by Nature wove,Form'd ...
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.Peace, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voiceFrom ancient darkness call'd the morn;And hush'd of jarring elements the noise,When Chaos, from ...
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 ...
At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,When nought but the torrent ...
1Tired with the busy crowds, that all the dayImpatient throng where Folly's altars flame,My languid powers dissolve with quick decay,Till ...
Tir'd with the busy crouds, that all the dayImpatient throng where Folly's altars flame,My languid powers dissolve with quick decay,Till ...
'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you;For morn is ...
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