The Minstrel: Or, The Progress of Genius: with Other Poems, Many of Which, Including the Translations, are Now Reprinted from the Scarce Copies, and are Not to be Found in Any Other EditionF.C. and J. Rivington, 1811 - 216 oldal |
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xxi. oldal
... light , and it is not too much to suppose that if he could have devoted more time and study to a complete review and arrangement of what had , or might be advanced on these evi- dences , he would have produced a work worthy of his ...
... light , and it is not too much to suppose that if he could have devoted more time and study to a complete review and arrangement of what had , or might be advanced on these evi- dences , he would have produced a work worthy of his ...
xxviii. oldal
... light , that he appeared willing to renounce the muses altogether . Such was our author's diffi- dence in all his productions , that he ventured nothing without consulting his friends , and received very few proposals of cor- rection in ...
... light , that he appeared willing to renounce the muses altogether . Such was our author's diffi- dence in all his productions , that he ventured nothing without consulting his friends , and received very few proposals of cor- rection in ...
5. oldal
... Exalt the festive note , Inviting Echo from her inmost grot— But ah ! the landscape glows with fainter light , It darkens , swims , and flies for ever from my sight . IV . 1 . Illusions vain ! Can sacred Peace ODE TO PEACE . 5.
... Exalt the festive note , Inviting Echo from her inmost grot— But ah ! the landscape glows with fainter light , It darkens , swims , and flies for ever from my sight . IV . 1 . Illusions vain ! Can sacred Peace ODE TO PEACE . 5.
8. oldal
... light along the skies , And laughing Loves disport on fluttering wing . How blest the youth in yonder valley laid ! Soft smiles in every conscious feature play , While to the gale low - murmuring through the glade He tempers sweet his ...
... light along the skies , And laughing Loves disport on fluttering wing . How blest the youth in yonder valley laid ! Soft smiles in every conscious feature play , While to the gale low - murmuring through the glade He tempers sweet his ...
10. oldal
... light along the skies , And laughing Loves disport on fluttering wing . How blest the youth in yonder valley laid ! Soft smiles in every conscious feature play , While to the gale low - murmuring through the glade He tempers sweet his ...
... light along the skies , And laughing Loves disport on fluttering wing . How blest the youth in yonder valley laid ! Soft smiles in every conscious feature play , While to the gale low - murmuring through the glade He tempers sweet his ...
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The Minstrel: Or, the Progress of Genius: With Other Poems, Many of Which ... James Beattie,Alexander Chalmers Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Academus adorn afar Amyntas arms balmy Beattie blast blest bloom bosom bower breast breathe Bring Daphnis brow charms cheer cliffs clouds Codrus Corydon DAMOETAS dark dart deep delight divine dread fame Fancy Fancy's fate fierce fire flame flocks flowers flowery field forlorn friends gale glory glow grove hail heart Heaven honour hope JAMES BEATTIE Julius Cæsar Latin language Laurencekirk lofty lone LYCIDAS lyre MELIBUS MENALCAS mind Minstrel MOPSUS mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er numbers nymphs o'er Ovid pastoral peace pines pipe plain Plutarch poem pomp praise pride rage roam roll sacred scene shade shepherd sing skies smile soft song sooth soul spring storm strain stream sublime swain sweet tears thee thine thou thro THYRSIS Tityrus toil vale verse Virgil virtue Virtue's voice warbling waste Westminster Abbey wild wind wings yonder youth
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157. oldal - 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; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ? These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy, impart.
43. oldal - 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...
162. oldal - 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...
44. oldal - And darkness and doubt are now flying away, No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
154. oldal - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah!
161. oldal - And sees, on high, amidst th' encircling groves, From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine : While waters, woods, and winds, in concert join, And Echo swells the chorus to the skies. Would Edwin this majestic scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no : he better knows great Nature's charms to prize.
156. oldal - If, bleak and barren, Scotia's hills arise ; There plague and poison, lust and rapine grow ; Here peaceful are the vales, and pure the skies, And freedom fires the soul, and sparkles in the eyes. Then grieve not, thou to whom th...
185. oldal - Who ever felt his weight of woe decrease ? Ah ! what avails the lore of Rome and Greece, The lay heaven-prompted, and harmonious string, The dust of Ophir, or the Tyrian...
160. oldal - But why should I his childish feats display ? Concourse, and noise, and toil he ever fled ; Nor cared to mingle in the clamorous fray Of squabbling imps; but to the forest sped, Or roam'd at large the lonely mountain's head, Or, where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led, There would he wander wild, till Phoebus' beam, Shot from the western cliff, released the weary team.
155. oldal - While from his bending shoulder, decent hung His harp, the sole companion of his way, Which to the whistling wind responsive rung: And ever as he went some merry lay he sung. Fret not thyself, thou glittering child of pride, That a poor villager inspires my strain...