The minstrel: in two books: with some other poems. To which are now added, Miscellanies, by J.H. Beattie1803 |
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53. oldal
... me to play at cards , saying , he was sure it would amuse me . I told him , I had several times attempted qua- drille ; but that , of the directions given me , some I could never understand , and some I could never re AND CHARACTER . 53.
... me to play at cards , saying , he was sure it would amuse me . I told him , I had several times attempted qua- drille ; but that , of the directions given me , some I could never understand , and some I could never re AND CHARACTER . 53.
65. oldal
... , invention , given To man , the heir of glory , and of heaven ! His hope and joy in conscious virtue dwell , Acting , and knowing he has acted well ; VOL . II . E Not , sure , to drink , to slumber , ESSAYS AND FRAGMENTS . 65.
... , invention , given To man , the heir of glory , and of heaven ! His hope and joy in conscious virtue dwell , Acting , and knowing he has acted well ; VOL . II . E Not , sure , to drink , to slumber , ESSAYS AND FRAGMENTS . 65.
66. oldal
James Beattie. Not , sure , to drink , to slumber , and to feed , Wherein brutes equal him , and far exceed . Dare to assert your rights , celestial race ! Honour awaits you , do not court disgrace ; Resemble , what will raise you , not ...
James Beattie. Not , sure , to drink , to slumber , and to feed , Wherein brutes equal him , and far exceed . Dare to assert your rights , celestial race ! Honour awaits you , do not court disgrace ; Resemble , what will raise you , not ...
94. oldal
... sure some mighty Genius roves With step unheard , or loves to sail Unseen , along these cliffs and groves . O'er the wild mountain's stormy waste , The shatter'd crag's impending breast , And rocks by mortal feet untrod ; Deep in the ...
... sure some mighty Genius roves With step unheard , or loves to sail Unseen , along these cliffs and groves . O'er the wild mountain's stormy waste , The shatter'd crag's impending breast , And rocks by mortal feet untrod ; Deep in the ...
127. oldal
... sure , it is what they deserve , Of such theories if I aver it , They are not even dictates of nerve , But mere muddy suggestions of claret . Our Holland Philosophers say , Gin Is the true philosophical drink , As it made Doctor Hy ...
... sure , it is what they deserve , Of such theories if I aver it , They are not even dictates of nerve , But mere muddy suggestions of claret . Our Holland Philosophers say , Gin Is the true philosophical drink , As it made Doctor Hy ...
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The Minstrel: In Two Books: With Some Other Poems. to Which Are Now Added ... James Hay Beattie Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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ADDISON Æneid amuse antient anxious atque Author Balaam BEATTIE BOOKSELLER breath called Cerne character chearful Christian conversation death delight desire Diophantus earth elegant English Essay fancy fashion favourite fear genius give Greek hear heard heart heaven Homer honour hope human humour ingurgitated JAMES BEATTIE JAMES HAY JAMES MERCER JOHNSON knew language Latin Latin verse learned live man's Marischal college mean melt MERCURY mind murmur musick nature never Newark on Trent numbers Numen Numina nunquam o'er omni omnia opinion pain pectora person perspicuity Peterhead pleased pleasure poem poet poetical Pope's praise principles propen publick quadrille quæ reader reason religion simplicity smile soul speak style subjunctive mood SWIFT talent thee thing thou thought tibi tion Tom Jones translation trump of doom virtue Vulteius Werter wished words write
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73. oldal - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require...
144. oldal - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison...
104. oldal - Plac'd far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles ; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phcebus dips his wain., " A vast assembly moving to and fro ; Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
75. oldal - Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
79. oldal - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb . With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave ; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
73. oldal - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain.
126. oldal - Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose.
81. oldal - THE smiling morn, the breathing spring, Invite the tuneful birds to sing ; And while they warble from each spray, Love melts the universal lay. Let us, Amanda, timely wise, Like them improve the hour that flies; And in soft raptures waste the day Among the shades of Invermay.
77. oldal - Or midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved till life can charm no more; And mourned till Pity's self be dead.