The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with the life of the author, embellished with wood cuts by T. Bewick1809 |
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... scene to find Some spot to real happinefs confign'd , Where my worn foul , each wand'ring hope at rest , May gather blifs to fee my fellows bleft . But where to find that happiest spot below , Who can direct , when all pretend to know ...
... scene to find Some spot to real happinefs confign'd , Where my worn foul , each wand'ring hope at rest , May gather blifs to fee my fellows bleft . But where to find that happiest spot below , Who can direct , when all pretend to know ...
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... scene . Could Nature's bounty fatisfy the breast , The fons of Italy were furely bleft : Whatever fruits in different climes were found , That proudly rife , or humbly court the ground ; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear , Whose ...
... scene . Could Nature's bounty fatisfy the breast , The fons of Italy were furely bleft : Whatever fruits in different climes were found , That proudly rife , or humbly court the ground ; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear , Whose ...
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... every sport could please , How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endear'd each scene : How often have I paus'd on every charm- The shelter'd cot , the cultivated farm , The never - failing brook , the bufy mill ,
... every sport could please , How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endear'd each scene : How often have I paus'd on every charm- The shelter'd cot , the cultivated farm , The never - failing brook , the bufy mill ,
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... scene , Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green- Thefe , far departing , feek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more ! Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 43.
... scene , Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green- Thefe , far departing , feek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more ! Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 43.
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... scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between- Thro ' torrid tracts with fainting steps they go , Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe . Far different there from all that charm'd before , The various terrors of that horrid ...
... scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between- Thro ' torrid tracts with fainting steps they go , Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe . Far different there from all that charm'd before , The various terrors of that horrid ...
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Amidſt beſt beſtow bleffings bleft blifs breaſt bufy charms climes David Garrick dear diſplay Doctor eaſe Edmund Burke ev'n ev❜n eyes fame fatire feek feems feen fhall fhed figh finks firſt flies fmiles folitary fome fons forrow foul ftill ftrength fuch fure fwain fweet Glocester GOLDSMITH gueſt happineſs harmleſs heart himſelf honeft honour houſe itſelf keep a corner labour laft Lord luxury mind mirth muſt o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion paſs'd paſt pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poem poet pow'r praiſe pride purſuing raiſe reafon repoſe rife riſe rofe round ſay ſcene ſeen ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhore ſhould Sir Joshua Reynolds ſkies ſkill ſmall ſmiling ſpoke ſports ſpot ſpread ſpring ſtate ſteps ſtill STOOPS TO CONQUER ſtore ſtranger SWEET Auburn thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toil turn Twas uſeful Vide page 63 village wealth Whofe whoſe wretch
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Страница 47 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Страница 34 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Страница 42 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Страница 52 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Страница 46 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Страница 47 - The village master taught his little school; 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 65 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts ; A flattering painter, who made it his care, To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Страница 44 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Страница 84 - Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Страница 47 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.