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... hand of death . Dr Beattie's intercourse with the world was marked by the courtesy and forbearance of a Christian gentleman ; or , if in aught , during the heat of controversy , he overstepped the bounds of propriety , the love he bore ...
... hand of death . Dr Beattie's intercourse with the world was marked by the courtesy and forbearance of a Christian gentleman ; or , if in aught , during the heat of controversy , he overstepped the bounds of propriety , the love he bore ...
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... hand ; Nor was perfection made for man below : Yet all her schemes with nicest art are plann'd , Good counteracting ill , and gladness woe . With gold and gems if Chilian mountains glow ; If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise ; There ...
... hand ; Nor was perfection made for man below : Yet all her schemes with nicest art are plann'd , Good counteracting ill , and gladness woe . With gold and gems if Chilian mountains glow ; If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise ; There ...
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... had plann'd ; Song was his favourite and first pursuit . The wild harp rang to his adventurous hand , And languish'd to his breath the plaintive flute . His infant Muse , though artless , was not mute 22 22 BEATTIE'S POEMS .
... had plann'd ; Song was his favourite and first pursuit . The wild harp rang to his adventurous hand , And languish'd to his breath the plaintive flute . His infant Muse , though artless , was not mute 22 22 BEATTIE'S POEMS .
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... Whate'er of fancy's ray , or friendship's flame is mine ! III . So I , obsequious to Truth's dread command , Shall here without reluctance change my lay , And smite the Gothic lyre with harsher hand ; Now 24 BEATTIE'S POEMS .
... Whate'er of fancy's ray , or friendship's flame is mine ! III . So I , obsequious to Truth's dread command , Shall here without reluctance change my lay , And smite the Gothic lyre with harsher hand ; Now 24 BEATTIE'S POEMS .
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James Beattie, Oliver Goldsmith. And smite the Gothic lyre with harsher hand ; Now when I leave that flowery path for aye Of childhood , where I sported many a day , Warbling and sauntering carelessly along ; Where every face was ...
James Beattie, Oliver Goldsmith. And smite the Gothic lyre with harsher hand ; Now when I leave that flowery path for aye Of childhood , where I sported many a day , Warbling and sauntering carelessly along ; Where every face was ...
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Page 169 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 180 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Page 251 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound. And curs of low degree.
Page 189 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow — Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po, Or onward where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door, Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies A weary waste expanding to the skies — Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee ; Still to my Brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Page 234 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring, A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Page 59 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
Page 204 - ... humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close. And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 208 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all : And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 189 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 230 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.