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 ...
James Beattie Poems on Sons (7 Poems)
The Triumph Of Melancholy (James Beattie Poems)
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 ...
Pygmaeo-gerano-machia: The Battle Of The Pygmies and Cranes (James Beattie Poems)
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 ...
Pygmaeo-gera (James Beattie Poems)
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 ...
The Hares, A Fable. (James Beattie Poems)
Yes, yes, I grant the sons of earthAre doom'd to trouble from their birth.We all of sorrow have our share;But ...
Elegy (James Beattie Poems)
1Tired with the busy crowds, that all the dayImpatient throng where Folly's altars flame,My languid powers dissolve with quick decay,Till ...
Elegy (Tir’d With The Busy Crouds) (James Beattie Poems)
Tir'd with the busy crouds, that all the dayImpatient throng where Folly's altars flame,My languid powers dissolve with quick decay,Till ...