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 ...
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
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 ...
A Muse, unskill'd in venal praise,Unstain'd with flattery's art;Who loves simplicity of laysBreathed ardent from the heart;While gratitude and joy ...
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 ...
"O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom!"(The muse interprets thus his tender thought)Your flowers, your verdure, and ...
1Escaped the gloom of mortal life, a soulHere leaves its mouldering tenement of clay,Safe where no cares their whelming billows ...
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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