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Ye filken fons of Pleasure ! since in pains You rue more modish visits , visit here ,
And breathe from your debauch : give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er yoų :
but fo great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ! did Sorrow ...
Ye filken fons of Pleasure ! since in pains You rue more modish visits , visit here ,
And breathe from your debauch : give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er yoų :
but fo great Your impudence , you blush at what is right . Happy ! did Sorrow ...
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More gen'rous forrow , while it finks , exalts ; And conscious Virtue mitigates the
pang . Nor Virtue , more than Prudence , bids me give Swoln Thought a second
channel ; who divide , They weaken too , the torrent of their grief . Take , then ; O
...
More gen'rous forrow , while it finks , exalts ; And conscious Virtue mitigates the
pang . Nor Virtue , more than Prudence , bids me give Swoln Thought a second
channel ; who divide , They weaken too , the torrent of their grief . Take , then ; O
...
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Art thou so moor'd thou can'ît not disengage , Nor give thy thoughts a ply to future
scenes ? Since , by Life's passing breath , blown up from Earth , Light , as the
Summer's duft , we take in air A moment's giddy flight , and fall again ; Join the
dull ...
Art thou so moor'd thou can'ît not disengage , Nor give thy thoughts a ply to future
scenes ? Since , by Life's passing breath , blown up from Earth , Light , as the
Summer's duft , we take in air A moment's giddy flight , and fall again ; Join the
dull ...
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... To poets sacred is a Dorset's name , Their wonted paffport thro ' the gates of
Fame ; It bribes the partial reader into praise , And throws a glory round the
shelter'd lays ; The dazzled judgment fewer faults can see , And gives applause
to B - e ...
... To poets sacred is a Dorset's name , Their wonted paffport thro ' the gates of
Fame ; It bribes the partial reader into praise , And throws a glory round the
shelter'd lays ; The dazzled judgment fewer faults can see , And gives applause
to B - e ...
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But , now , when he's fawning , I , with a four look , Cry , “ Sirrah , ” and give him a
blow with my crook : And I'll give him another ; for why should not Tray Be dull as
his master , when Phæbe's away ? IV . Sweet music went with us both all the ...
But , now , when he's fawning , I , with a four look , Cry , “ Sirrah , ” and give him a
blow with my crook : And I'll give him another ; for why should not Tray Be dull as
his master , when Phæbe's away ? IV . Sweet music went with us both all the ...
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Страница 109 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Страница 97 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
Страница 132 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n.
Страница 108 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Страница 108 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Страница 146 - I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown ; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Страница 238 - To master John the English maid A hornbook gives of gingerbread; And, that the child may learn the better, As he can name, he eats the letter.
Страница 129 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Страница 80 - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven...
Страница 133 - Through nature's wreck, through vanquisht agonies, (Like the stars struggling through this midnight gloom) What gleams of joy ? what more than human peace ? Where, the frail mortal ? the poor abject worm ? No, not in death, the Mortal to be found. His conduct is a legacy for All. Richer than Mammon's for his single heir. His comforters he comforts ; Great in ruin, With unreluctant grandeur, gives, not yields His soul sublime ; and closes with his fate.
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| Заглавие | The Beauties of English Poesy, Том 2 The Beauties of English Poesy, Oliver Goldsmith Том 2 от The Beauties of English Poesy. ...: In Two Volumes, Oliver Goldsmith |
| Редактор | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Съставена от | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Издател | William Griffin, 1767 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 11 юли 2007 |
| Брой страници | 12 страници |
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