The Goldsmith Anthology, 1745-1774Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1901 - 312 страници |
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... I'll seek the solitude he sought , And stretch me where he lay ! ' And there , forlorn , despairing , hid , I'll lay me down and die ! ' Twas so for me that EDWIN did ; And so for him will I ! ' ' Thou shalt not thus ! ' the Hermit ...
... I'll seek the solitude he sought , And stretch me where he lay ! ' And there , forlorn , despairing , hid , I'll lay me down and die ! ' Twas so for me that EDWIN did ; And so for him will I ! ' ' Thou shalt not thus ! ' the Hermit ...
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... I'll give you a merry morning ! ' Hey ! JOHNNIE COPE ! are ye wauking yet ? & c . When CHARLIE looked the letter upon , He drew his sword , the scabbard from , ' So Heaven restore me to my own , I'll meet you , COPE ! in the morning ...
... I'll give you a merry morning ! ' Hey ! JOHNNIE COPE ! are ye wauking yet ? & c . When CHARLIE looked the letter upon , He drew his sword , the scabbard from , ' So Heaven restore me to my own , I'll meet you , COPE ! in the morning ...
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... I will prove to mine ! " " " Tis STREPHON , on the mountain's brow , Has won my right good will ; To him I gave my plighted vow ! With him , I'll climb the hill ! " ' Struck with her charms and gentle truth , I 47 William Shenstone .
... I will prove to mine ! " " " Tis STREPHON , on the mountain's brow , Has won my right good will ; To him I gave my plighted vow ! With him , I'll climb the hill ! " ' Struck with her charms and gentle truth , I 47 William Shenstone .
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... I'll wear the willow ; And esteem the happy pair ! Some lonely cave , I'll make my dwelling ! Ne'er more the cares of life pursue ! The lark and Philomel only shall hear me tell What bids me bid the World ' Adieu ! ' ABRA , OR THE ...
... I'll wear the willow ; And esteem the happy pair ! Some lonely cave , I'll make my dwelling ! Ne'er more the cares of life pursue ! The lark and Philomel only shall hear me tell What bids me bid the World ' Adieu ! ' ABRA , OR THE ...
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... I'll thy judgement require ! Thy taste shall correct , what thy love did inspire ! I'll kiss thee , and press thee , till youth is all o'er ; And then live on Friendship , when Passion ' s no more ! THE JOLLY TOPER . THE Women all tell ...
... I'll thy judgement require ! Thy taste shall correct , what thy love did inspire ! I'll kiss thee , and press thee , till youth is all o'er ; And then live on Friendship , when Passion ' s no more ! THE JOLLY TOPER . THE Women all tell ...
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Страница 17 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Страница 11 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; 20 And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Страница 13 - I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting, by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Страница 10 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Страница 103 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 57 - For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
Страница 255 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Страница 19 - ... These simple blessings of the lowly Train! To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art ! Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway! Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested...
Страница 21 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.
Страница 13 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown...