The Minstrel; Or, The Progress of Genius: With Some Other PoemsJ.Mawman, ... 1805. By T.Gillet, 1805 - 120 sivua |
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Sivu ix
... studies , he took the degree of Master of Arts , the only one at- tainable by students ( except of medicine ) in any of the univer◅ sities of Scotland . The intermediate degree of Bachelor is not known , and that of Doctor of Laws or ...
... studies , he took the degree of Master of Arts , the only one at- tainable by students ( except of medicine ) in any of the univer◅ sities of Scotland . The intermediate degree of Bachelor is not known , and that of Doctor of Laws or ...
Sivu xi
... studies of philosophy and ethics to that of divinity would be easy . He returned , therefore , during the winter to Marischal College , and attended the divinity lectures of Dr. Robert Pollock , of that college , and of Professor John ...
... studies of philosophy and ethics to that of divinity would be easy . He returned , therefore , during the winter to Marischal College , and attended the divinity lectures of Dr. Robert Pollock , of that college , and of Professor John ...
Sivu xv
... studies , that within a few years he was not only enabled to deliver an admirable course of lectures on moral philosophy and logic , but also to prepare for the press those works on which his fame rests ; all of which , there is some ...
... studies , that within a few years he was not only enabled to deliver an admirable course of lectures on moral philosophy and logic , but also to prepare for the press those works on which his fame rests ; all of which , there is some ...
Sivu xxxvii
... studies with great assiduity . But here too he was compelled again to subscribe to the uncer- tainty of all human prospects . Great , however , as the afflic- tion was , it would be pleasing to be able to add that he acquis esced with ...
... studies with great assiduity . But here too he was compelled again to subscribe to the uncer- tainty of all human prospects . Great , however , as the afflic- tion was , it would be pleasing to be able to add that he acquis esced with ...
Sivu xliii
... studies . Those whom he observed particularly regular and attentive in the class , and who by their answers or remarks discovered the improvements of private assiduity , he honoured with his kindest patronage , and corresponded on easy ...
... studies . Those whom he observed particularly regular and attentive in the class , and who by their answers or remarks discovered the improvements of private assiduity , he honoured with his kindest patronage , and corresponded on easy ...
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Aberdeen afar alarm Ambition's appeared balmy Beattie Beattie's Bishop of London bosom bower charms cliffs clouds cranes dark dart deep Doctor of Laws dread dream edition Edwin English poetry Essay on Truth falchion fame Fancy Fancy's Fate flowers foes forlorn friends gale gentle glittering glow grace groves hail heart heaven honour hope Hume JAMES BEATTIE Laurencekirk London lone lyre Marischal College Mawman mind Minstrel moral mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er never o'er opinion peace philosophical pleasure poems poetry pomp praise pride PROGRESS OF GENIUS published pygmy racter rage republic of letters roam scene Scotland Scots Magazine seem'd serene shade Sir Joshua Reynolds smile song sooth soul spleen sprightly storm strain sublime sweet taste tears thee thine thou thought thro vale verse virtue voice wander warbling wild wind wings writings youth
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Sivu 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...
Sivu 7 - Oh, 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...
Sivu 118 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a Hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a Sage, though he felt as a Man.
Sivu 22 - 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 and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Sivu 13 - And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost. What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime, Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert coast, And view th...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 42 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Sivu 11 - 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 star'd and sigh'd, yet bless'd the lad : Some deem'd him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.
Sivu 45 - Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Sivu xxxiv - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison...