The Poetical Works of James BeattieW. Pickering, 1831 - 239 oldal |
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... Hope ... ... . ............ .. 67 Ode on Lord Hay's Birthday ...... 72 The Battle of the Pigmies and Cranes , from the Pygmæo- gerano - machia of Addison ...... The Hares , a Fable ......... 3885 76 83 Epitaph ; being part of an ...
... Hope ... ... . ............ .. 67 Ode on Lord Hay's Birthday ...... 72 The Battle of the Pigmies and Cranes , from the Pygmæo- gerano - machia of Addison ...... The Hares , a Fable ......... 3885 76 83 Epitaph ; being part of an ...
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... ing with you . " It was yesterday I received the agreeable news of your being in Scotland , and of your in- tending to visit some parts of it . Will you per- mit us to hope , that we shall have an X MEMOIR OF BEATTIE .
... ing with you . " It was yesterday I received the agreeable news of your being in Scotland , and of your in- tending to visit some parts of it . Will you per- mit us to hope , that we shall have an X MEMOIR OF BEATTIE .
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James Beattie. mit us to hope , that we shall have an opportunity , at Aberdeen , of thanking you in person , for the honour you have done to Britain , and to the po- etic art , by your inestimable compositions , and of offering you all ...
James Beattie. mit us to hope , that we shall have an opportunity , at Aberdeen , of thanking you in person , for the honour you have done to Britain , and to the po- etic art , by your inestimable compositions , and of offering you all ...
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... hope that it may do some good ; harm I think it cannot possibly do any . 66 Perhaps you are anxious to know what first induced me to write on the subject ; I will tell you as briefly as I can . In my younger days I read chiefly for the ...
... hope that it may do some good ; harm I think it cannot possibly do any . 66 Perhaps you are anxious to know what first induced me to write on the subject ; I will tell you as briefly as I can . In my younger days I read chiefly for the ...
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... hope I shall be ani- mated , without losing my temper , and keen , with- out injury to good manners . In a word , I will be as soft and delicate as the subject and my con- science will allow . One gentleman , a friend of yours , I shall ...
... hope I shall be ani- mated , without losing my temper , and keen , with- out injury to good manners . In a word , I will be as soft and delicate as the subject and my con- science will allow . One gentleman , a friend of yours , I shall ...
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POETICAL WORKS OF JAMES BEATTI James 1735-1803 Beattie,Alexander 1798-1869 Dyce Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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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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xxviii. 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...
14. 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 ocean-wave serene The southern Sun diffused his dazzling shene.
17. oldal - 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.
20. oldal - 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.
90. 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...
lxvi. oldal - 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.
21. oldal - Crown'd with her pail the tripping milkmaid sings ; The whistling ploughman stalks afield ; and, hark ! Down the rough slope the ponderous waggon rings...
58. oldal - 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...
5. oldal - 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.
36. oldal - 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.