Nor check'd the tender tear to Misery given; From Guilt's contagious power shall that protect, This soften and refine the soul for Heaven. But dreadful is their doom, whom doubt has driven To censure Fate, and pious Hope forego: Like yonder blasted boughs... The Minstrel; Or, The Progress of Genius: in Two Books. With Some Other Poems - Page 27 by James Beattie - 1797 - 120 pages Full view -
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