The Goldsmith Anthology, 1745-1774Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1901 - 312 страници |
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... night , and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ! My rushy couch , and frugal fare , My blessing , and repose ! ' No flocks , that range the valley free , To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me , I learn to pity ...
... night , and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ! My rushy couch , and frugal fare , My blessing , and repose ! ' No flocks , that range the valley free , To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me , I learn to pity ...
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... night away , Wept o'er his wounds , or tales of sorrow done , Shouldered his crutch , and shewed how won . Fields were Pleased with his guests , the good man learned to glow ; And quite forgot their vices in their woe : Careless their ...
... night away , Wept o'er his wounds , or tales of sorrow done , Shouldered his crutch , and shewed how won . Fields were Pleased with his guests , the good man learned to glow ; And quite forgot their vices in their woe : Careless their ...
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Edward Arber. The chest contrived a double debt to pay , A bed by night , a chest of drawers by day . The pictures placed for ornament and use , The Twelve Good Rules , The Royal Game of Goose . The hearth , except when Winter chilled ...
Edward Arber. The chest contrived a double debt to pay , A bed by night , a chest of drawers by day . The pictures placed for ornament and use , The Twelve Good Rules , The Royal Game of Goose . The hearth , except when Winter chilled ...
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... NIGHT BEFORE HE WAS KILLED AT THE BATTLE OF QUEBEC , SEPTEMBER 13 , 1759. ] How stands the Glass around ? For shame ! ye take no care , my Boys ! How stands the Glass around ? Let Mirth and Wine abound ! The trumpets sound ! The Colours ...
... NIGHT BEFORE HE WAS KILLED AT THE BATTLE OF QUEBEC , SEPTEMBER 13 , 1759. ] How stands the Glass around ? For shame ! ye take no care , my Boys ! How stands the Glass around ? Let Mirth and Wine abound ! The trumpets sound ! The Colours ...
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... night ! Near the brink of yonder fountain , First LEANDER blessed my sight ! Witness , ye groves and falls of water ! ECHO , repeat the vows he swore ! Can he forget me ? Will he neglect me ? Shall I never see him more ? Does he love ...
... night ! Near the brink of yonder fountain , First LEANDER blessed my sight ! Witness , ye groves and falls of water ! ECHO , repeat the vows he swore ! Can he forget me ? Will he neglect me ? Shall I never see him more ? Does he love ...
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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...