The Minstrel; Or, The Progress of Genius: in Two Books. With Some Other PoemsT. Gillet, 1797 - 120 pages |
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... morn , While warbling larks on russet pinions float : Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote , Where the grey linnets carol from the hill . O let them ne'er , with artificial note , To please a tyrant , strain the little bill , But ...
... morn , While warbling larks on russet pinions float : Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote , Where the grey linnets carol from the hill . O let them ne'er , with artificial note , To please a tyrant , strain the little bill , But ...
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... 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 , ✪ how canst thou renounce , and hope to be forgiven ! X. These charms shall work ...
... 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 , ✪ how canst thou renounce , and hope to be forgiven ! X. These charms shall work ...
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... morn brings forth , " And fostering gales a while the nursling fan . " O smile , ye heavens , serene ; ye mildews wan , " Ye blighting whirlwinds , spare his balmy prime , " Nor lessen of his life the little span . " Born on the swift ...
... morn brings forth , " And fostering gales a while the nursling fan . " O smile , ye heavens , serene ; ye mildews wan , " Ye blighting whirlwinds , spare his balmy prime , " Nor lessen of his life the little span . " Born on the swift ...
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... morn , Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are born . XXXVIII . But who the melodies of morn can tell C 3 THE MINSTREL . 21.
... morn , Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are born . XXXVIII . But who the melodies of morn can tell C 3 THE MINSTREL . 21.
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James Beattie. XXXVIII . 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 ...
James Beattie. XXXVIII . 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 ...
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Page 7 - 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,...
Page 120 - 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.
Page 3 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Page 13 - 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...
Page 71 - WHEN in the crimson cloud of even The lingering light decays, And Hesper on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays ; Deep in the silent vale, unseen, Beside a lulling stream, A pensive youth of placid mien Indulged this tender theme : " Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur piled High o'er the glimmering dale ; Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale...
Page 20 - O to thy cursed scream, discordant still, Let Harmony aye shut her gentle ear ! Thy boastful mirth let jealous rivals spill, Insult thy crest, and glossy pinions tear, And ever in thy dreams the ruthless fox appear ! XXXVII.
Page 9 - An honest heart was almost all his stock : His drink the living water from the rock : The milky dams supplied his board, and lent Their kindly fleece to baffle winter's shock; And he, though oft with dust and sweat besprent, Did guide and guard their wanderings, wheresoe'er. they went.
Page 11 - Dainties he heeded not, nor gaude, nor toy, Save one short pipe of rudest minstrelsy : Silent when glad ; affectionate, though shy ; And now his look was most demurely sad ; And now he laugh'd aloud, yet none knew why. The neighbours stared and sigh'd, yet bless'd the lad ; Some deem'd him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.
Page 16 - 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, and wonder how they mourn. Shall Spring to these sad scenes no more return? Is yonder wave the Sun's eternal bed ? Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn, And Spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead.
Page 27 - Nor check'd the tender tear to Misery given; From Guilt's contagious power shall that protect, This soften and refine the soul for Heaven. But dreadful is their doom, whom doubt has driven To censure Fate, and pious Hope forego: Like yonder blasted boughs by lightning riven, Perfection, beauty, life, they never know, But frown on all that pass, a monument of woe.