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Beauties Selected From the Writings of James Beattie. to Which Are Prefixed a Life of the Author and an Account of His Writings. Together With
Beauties Selected From the Writings of James Beattie to Which Are Prefixed a Life of the Author and an Account of His Writings Together With Author:James Beattie Title: Beauties Selected From the Writings of James Beattie. to Which Are Prefixed a Life of the Author and an Account of His Writings. Together With Notes on the First Book of the Minstrel, by T. Gray General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1809 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no i... more »llustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: Meanwhile whaU-'cr of beaut iml, or Ik . v. Sublime or dreadfal, inearth, sea, or sky 5 j By chance, or search, was offer'd to his view, He scannM with curious and romantic eye. Whate'er of lore tradition coold snp'ply" From Gothic talc, or song, or f; thle oM, Rons'd him, still keen to listen and to pry. At last, tho' long by penury centrol'd, .. . ] And solitude, his soul her graces 'gin unfold. 59. That on the chill Lnuponian's dreary land, Far natej/ a long month loit in snow profound, When- Sol from Cancer sends the season bland, And in their northern cave the storms arc bound; From silent monntatns, straight, with startling sound, Torrents arc hnrl'df £reen lulls emerge; and lo, The trees with foliage, cliffs with flowers, are crowo'd; Pure riHs thro' vales of verdure warbling go; And wonder, love, and joy, the peasant's heart o'erflow. Spring and Autumn are hardly known to the Laplanders. About the time the sun enters Cancer, their fields, which a week before were covered with snow, appear on a sudden fall of grass and flowers. Scltejftr't History of p. 16. Here pause, my Gothic lyre, a little while. The leisure hour is all that thou canst claim. But Od this verse if Montague thould smile, New strains ere long shall animate thy frame, And her applause to me is more than fame: For still with truth accords her taste refin'd. At lucre or renown let others aim, I only wish to pleas...« less