An Account of the Life of James Beattie, LLD. ...: In which are Occasionally Given Characters of the Principal Literary Men, and a Sketch of the State of Literature in Scotland During the Last Century

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C. and R. Baldwin, 1804 - 230 стор.
 

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Сторінка 60 - Adieu, ye lays, that Fancy's flowers adorn, The soft amusement of the vacant mind ! He sleeps in dust, and all the Muses mourn, He, whom each virtue fired, each grace refined, Friend, teacher, pattern, darling of mankind ! He sleeps in dust.
Сторінка 60 - Art thou, my Gregory, for ever fled ! And am I left to unavailing woe ! When fortune's storms assail this weary. head, Where cares long since have shed untim'ely snow ! Ah, now for comfort whither shall I go ! No more thy soothing voice my anguish cheers : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow, My hopes to cherish, and allay my fears. Tis meet that I should mourn : flow forth afresh, my tears.
Сторінка 122 - ESCAP'D the gloom of mortal life, a soul Here leaves its mouldering tenement of clay, Safe, where no cares their whelming billows roll, No doubts bewilder, and no hopes betray. Like thee, I once have stemm'd the sea of life ; Like thee, have languish'd after empty joys ; Like thee, have labour'd in the stormy strife ; Been griev'd for trifles, and amus'd with toys.
Сторінка 95 - Heaven's wise decrees, how impious to arraign! Pure from the stains of a polluted age, In early bloom of life they left the stage : Not doom'd in lingering woe to waste their breath, One moment snatch'd them from the power of...
Сторінка 60 - 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.
Сторінка 133 - And o'er thy limbs diffuse a manly grace, The mariner no more shall plough the deep, Nor load with foreign wares the trading ship, Each country shall abound in every store, Nor need the products of another shore. Henceforth no plough shall cleave the fertile ground, No pruninghook the tender vine shall wound; The husbandman, with toil no longer broke, Shall loose his ox for ever from the yoke. No more the wool a foreign...
Сторінка 133 - Proud cities fenced with towery walls appear, And cruel shares shall earth's soft bosom tear . Another Tiphys o'er the swelling tide With steady skill the bounding ship shall guide . Another Argo with the flower of Greece From Colchos...
Сторінка 122 - gainst Passion's threatful blast, Let steady Reason urge the struggling oar ; Shot through the dreary gloom, the morn at last Gives to thy longing eye the blissful shore. Forget my frailties ; thou art also frail : Forgive my lapses ; for thyself mayst fall : Nor read, unmoved, my artless tender tale, I was a friend, O man ! to thee, to all.
Сторінка 212 - In person he was of the middle size, of a broad, square make, which seemed to indicate a more robust constitution than he really possessed. In his gait there was something of a slouch. During his later years he grew corpulent and unwieldy ; but a few months before his death his bulk was greatly diminished. His features were very regular ; his complexion somewhat dark. His eyes were black, brilliant, full of a tender and melancholy...
Сторінка 135 - Linus' tongue, Although his sire Apollo gave the song ; Even Pan, in presence of Arcadian swains, Would vainly strive to emulate my strains. Repay a parent's care, O beauteous boy, And greet thy mother with a smile of joy : For thee, to loathing languors all resign'd, Ten slow-revolving months thy mother pined.

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