The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with the life of the author, embellished with wood cuts by T. Bewick1809 |
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... perhaps , it demands an excufe 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 , the whole can now , with propriety , be only ...
... perhaps , it demands an excufe 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 , the whole can now , with propriety , be only ...
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... perhaps , if countries we compare , And eftimate the bleffings which they share , Though patriots flatter , ftill fhall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind— As different good , by Art or Nature given To different nations ...
... perhaps , if countries we compare , And eftimate the bleffings which they share , Though patriots flatter , ftill fhall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind— As different good , by Art or Nature given To different nations ...
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... perhaps , as there fome pilgrim strays Thro ' tangled forefts , and thro ' dang'rous ways , Where beafts with man divided empire claim , And the brown Indian marks with murd'rous aim ; There , while above the giddy tempeft flies , And ...
... perhaps , as there fome pilgrim strays Thro ' tangled forefts , and thro ' dang'rous ways , Where beafts with man divided empire claim , And the brown Indian marks with murd'rous aim ; There , while above the giddy tempeft flies , And ...
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... perhaps , in village plenty bleft , Has wept at tales of innocence diftreft ; Her modeft looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn : Now loft to all - her friends , her virtue THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 51.
... perhaps , in village plenty bleft , Has wept at tales of innocence diftreft ; Her modeft looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn : Now loft to all - her friends , her virtue THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 51.
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... perhaps , by cold and hunger led , At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah ! no . To distant climes , a dreary scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between- Thro ' torrid tracts with fainting steps they go , Where wild ...
... perhaps , by cold and hunger led , At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah ! no . To distant climes , a dreary scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between- Thro ' torrid tracts with fainting steps they go , Where wild ...
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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.