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 pages
 

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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 127 - Twas then, O Solitude ! to thee His early vows were paid, From heart sincere, and warm, and free, Devoted, to the shade. Ah. why did Fate his steps decoy In stormy paths to roam, Remote from all congenial joy ! — O, take the wanderer home ! •' Thy shades, thy silence now be mine, Thy charms my only theme ; My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream. Whence the...
Page 194 - ... their Majesties, and I addressed the King in these words : ' I hope, Sir, your Majesty will pardon me, if I take this opportunity to return you my humble and most grateful acknowledgments for the honour you have been pleased to confer upon me.
Page 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.
Page 123 - 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.
Page 95 - O thou ! whose steps in sacred rev'rence tread These lone dominions of the silent dead ; On this sad stone a pious look bestow, Nor uninstructed read this tale of woe ; And while the sigh of sorrow heaves thy breast Let each rebellious murmur be...
Page 133 - Proud cities fenc'd 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...
Page 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...

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