Poems by James Beattie
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Epitaph On Two Young Men Of The Name Of Leitch, Who Were Drowned In Crossing The River Southesk, 175
... Not doom'd in lingering woe to waste their breath, ...
The Minstrel; Or, The Progress Of Genius : Book I.
... and lo, The trees with foliage, cliffs with flowers are crown'd ...
The Triumph Of Melancholy
... 26 Bristling with spears, and bright with burnish'd shields, ...
Hope Beyond The Grave
... On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, ...
Pygmaeo-gerano-machia: The Battle Of The Pygmies and Cranes
... Meanwhile they trim their plumes for length of flight, ...
Law
... Be caught in quest of sport or plunder, ...
On The Report Of A Monument To Be Erected In Westminster Abbey, To The Memory Of A Late Author (Chur
... He soars Pindaric heights, and sails the waste of Heaven ...
The Hermit
... On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, ...
The Hares, A Fable.
... The hares, whose noise had caused his fright, ...
Ode On Lord Hay's BirthDay
... 'Twas this, that raised th' illustrious Line ...
Nature
... O how canst thou renounce and hope to be forgiven! ...
Elegy
... 11 Through Earth's throng'd visions while we toss forlorn, ...
Ode To Hope
... I. 3. Ten thousand forms, by pining Fancy view'd, ...
To The Right Honourable Lady Charlotte Gordon
... Thou know'st that virtue is of power the source, ...
An Epitaph
... Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys ...
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