The Poetical Works of James BeattieW. Pickering, 1831 - 239 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 17
... wings of Time , ✓ Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime . XXVI . " And be it so . Let those deplore their doom , Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn : But lofty souls , who look beyond the tomb , Can smile at Fate ...
... wings of Time , ✓ Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime . XXVI . " And be it so . Let those deplore their doom , Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn : But lofty souls , who look beyond the tomb , Can smile at Fate ...
الصفحة 23
... wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tour . XL . O Nature , how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim , To ...
... wings ; Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower , And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial tour . XL . O Nature , how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim , To ...
الصفحة 28
... wing above this vale of tears ; Where dark cold - hearted sceptics , creeping , pore Through microscope of metaphysic lore : And much they grope for Truth , but never hit . For why ? Their powers , inadequate before , This idle art ...
... wing above this vale of tears ; Where dark cold - hearted sceptics , creeping , pore Through microscope of metaphysic lore : And much they grope for Truth , but never hit . For why ? Their powers , inadequate before , This idle art ...
الصفحة 36
... wings let youthful fancy soar , Nor always haunt the sunny realms of joy : But now and then the shades of life explore ; Though many a sound and sight of woe annoy , And many a qualm of care his rising hopes destroy . V. Vigour from ...
... wings let youthful fancy soar , Nor always haunt the sunny realms of joy : But now and then the shades of life explore ; Though many a sound and sight of woe annoy , And many a qualm of care his rising hopes destroy . V. Vigour from ...
الصفحة 38
... wings , to shoot athwart the sky . IX . One cultivated spot there was , that spread Its flowery bosom to the noonday beam , Where many a rosebud rears its blushing head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the ...
... wings , to shoot athwart the sky . IX . One cultivated spot there was , that spread Its flowery bosom to the noonday beam , Where many a rosebud rears its blushing head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the ...
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Aberdeen adorn Amyntas arms balmy Basil Montagu Beattie Bishop of Sodor blast blest bloom bosom bower breast breathe Bring Daphnis brow charms Corydon DAMETAS dark dart death deep delight divine dread Edition Essay fame Fancy Fancy's fate fire flame flocks flowers forlorn gale glittering glory glow grove H. F. LYTE heart heaven hope John Milton JOHN MITFORD King Laurencekirk lone LYCIDAS lyre Majesty Marischal College MENALCAS mind Minstrel Montagu MOPSUS mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er numbers o'er pastoral peace Philip James Bailey pipe plain poem poet pomp praise pride rage roam roll sacred scene Scotland shade shepherd sing Sir William Forbes skies smile soft song soothe soul storm strain stream sublime sung swain sweet tears thee thine thou thought Tityrus truth vale verse virtue Virtue's voice vols warbling wild wings youth
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الصفحة xxviii - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
الصفحة 14 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene, In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene The southern Sun diffused his dazzling shene.
الصفحة 17 - O never, never turn away thine ear ! Forlorn, in this bleak wilderness below, Ah ! what were man, should Heaven refuse to hear ! To others do (the law is not severe) What to thyself thou wishest to be done. Forgive thy foes ; and love thy parents dear, And friends, and native land ; nor those alone : All human weal and woe learn thou to make thine own.
الصفحة 20 - But who the melodies of morn can tell? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
الصفحة 90 - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove...
الصفحة lxvi - Thy shades, thy silence now be mine, Thy charms my only theme; My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream. Whence the scar'd owl on pinions gray Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose.
الصفحة 21 - Crown'd with her pail the tripping milkmaid sings ; The whistling ploughman stalks afield ; and, hark ! Down the rough slope the ponderous waggon rings...
الصفحة 58 - Was taught to modulate the artful strain, I fain would sing : — but ah ! I strive in vain. Sighs from a breaking heart my voice confound . With trembling step, to join yon weeping train , I haste, where gleams funereal glare around, And, mix'd with shrieks of woe, the knells of death resound. LXII. Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn, The soft amusement of the vacant mind...
الصفحة 5 - Him, who ne'er listen'd to the voice of praise, The silence of neglect can ne'er appal. There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call, Would shrink to hear th' obstreperous trump of Fame; Supremely blest, if to their portion fall Health, competence, and peace.
الصفحة 36 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ? Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.