The Goldsmith Anthology, 1745-1774Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1901 - 312 страници |
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... eye ; And while they swore the dog was mad , They swore the man would die ! But soon a wonder came to light , That shewed the rogues they lied . The man recovered of the bite ; The dog , it was that died ! THE DESERTED VILLAGE . SWEET ...
... eye ; And while they swore the dog was mad , They swore the man would die ! But soon a wonder came to light , That shewed the rogues they lied . The man recovered of the bite ; The dog , it was that died ! THE DESERTED VILLAGE . SWEET ...
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... eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where grey - beard Mirth and smiling Toil retired , Where Village Statesmen talked with looks profound ; And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination fondly ...
... eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where grey - beard Mirth and smiling Toil retired , Where Village Statesmen talked with looks profound ; And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination fondly ...
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... eyes : But when those charms are past ( for charms are frail ! ) , When time advances , and when Lovers fail , She then shines forth , solicitous to bless , In all the glaring impotence of dress . Thus fares the land , by luxury ...
... eyes : But when those charms are past ( for charms are frail ! ) , When time advances , and when Lovers fail , She then shines forth , solicitous to bless , In all the glaring impotence of dress . Thus fares the land , by luxury ...
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... eyes Where the poor houseless , shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blessed , Has wept at Tales of innocence distressed ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the ...
... eyes Where the poor houseless , shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blessed , Has wept at Tales of innocence distressed ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the ...
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... eye she saw . Distorted was that blooming face , Which she had fondly loved so long ! And stifled was that tuneful breath , Which in her praise had sweetly sung ! And severed was that beauteous neck , Round which her arms had fondly ...
... eye she saw . Distorted was that blooming face , Which she had fondly loved so long ! And stifled was that tuneful breath , Which in her praise had sweetly sung ! And severed was that beauteous neck , Round which her arms had fondly ...
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AMYNTA ANON Anthology Bard beauteous Beauty beneath blessed bloom blush bosom breast breath charms cheek cheerful COLIN cried Crown 8vo Cumnor CUPID DAMON dance DAVID GARRICK e'er Earl Earl of CHESTER Earl of Orford Edin Edited ev'ry Extra fcap eyes fair fancy fate fear flame flowers fond Foundling Hospital frae GARRICK gentle gloming Graces green grove gude Braid Claith happy haste hear heart Heart of Oak hope India Paper Invermay JOHNNIE COPE kiss Lady Lasses LEPELL look Lover lyre Maid mind MOLLY morning Muse Music ne'er never night Numbers Nymph o'er pain Passion PHILLIS plain pleasure Poems pride raptures reign round rove scorn shade Shepherd sigh sing smile soft Song soul stole strain Strawberry Hill sure Swain sweet tear tell tender thee There's nae luck thou true tuneful Twas vale voice W. W. SKEAT Warwickshire young Youth
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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...