The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith: with a notice of his life and genius, by E.F. BlanchardBell & Daldy, 6 York Street, Covent Garden and 186 Fleet Street, 1867 - 161 страници |
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... force and philosophy his temperament and genius . We find the " psychical " life , as it has been called , moving with the other or " incidental " life ; and that is the highest form which biography can assume . It will be readily ...
... force and philosophy his temperament and genius . We find the " psychical " life , as it has been called , moving with the other or " incidental " life ; and that is the highest form which biography can assume . It will be readily ...
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... force from the ceremonies of a Dedication ; and perhaps it de- mands an excuse thus to prefix your name to my attempts , which you decline giving with your own . But as a part of this poem was formerly written to you from Switzerland ...
... force from the ceremonies of a Dedication ; and perhaps it de- mands an excuse thus to prefix your name to my attempts , which you decline giving with your own . But as a part of this poem was formerly written to you from Switzerland ...
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... force , and his frenzy fire . What reception a poem may find , which has neither abuse , party , nor blank verse to support it , I cannot tell , nor am I solicitous to know . My aims are right . Without espousing the cause of any party ...
... force , and his frenzy fire . What reception a poem may find , which has neither abuse , party , nor blank verse to support it , I cannot tell , nor am I solicitous to know . My aims are right . Without espousing the cause of any party ...
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... force . Those ties that bind me to my native country and you are still unbroken ; by every move I only drag a greater length of chain . " - Citizen of the World , Letter 3 . Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where. 26 ...
... force . Those ties that bind me to my native country and you are still unbroken ; by every move I only drag a greater length of chain . " - Citizen of the World , Letter 3 . Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where. 26 ...
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... force a churlish soil for scanty bread . No product here the barren hills afford But man and steel , the soldier and his sword ; No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array , But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly ...
... force a churlish soil for scanty bread . No product here the barren hills afford But man and steel , the soldier and his sword ; No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array , But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly ...
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Amidst Archer arms bard beauty bestow bless blest bliss boast breast BULKLEY Bunbury call'd CHALDEAN charms cheerful CHORUS courser COVENT GARDEN cried dear Doctor e'en Epilogue ev'ry eyes fame fate fear fire flies Foot friends grief happy HARRISON WEIR heart heaven Hermes honour JAMES GODWIN JOHN ABSOLON King Lord luxury mind mirth MISS CATLEY Monarch ne'er never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain pass'd pasty Phoebus pity plain pleased pleasure POEMS poet POETICAL LIST poor praise pride PRIEST.-RECITATIVE PROPHET PROPHET.-RECITATIVE Queen rage rapture repose Richard Burke rise round sable scene shore sigh sinks skies skill'd smiling SONG sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger sweet Sweet Auburn terrors thee thine thou thought toil Toroddle troops turn twas venison village VIRG virtue wealth weep Whitefoord William Kenrick wretch yonder youth
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Страница 59 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Страница 83 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
Страница 106 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. "Then...
Страница 70 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there; And piety with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
Страница 49 - The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made...
Страница 52 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man: For him light Labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more; His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Страница 79 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
Страница 25 - Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow — Or by the lazy Scheld, or wandering Po, Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door...
Страница 56 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale; No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled...
Страница 141 - Let school-masters puzzle their brain With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning.