The Poetical Works, Complete, of Oliver Goldsmith ... with Some Account of His Life and Literature: To which are Prefixed Several Poetical Tributes to His Memory, by Contemportary WritersSherwood, Neely, and Jones, 1816 - 149 страници |
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... to the learned , to the simple dear , For daily blessings mark'd thy virtuous year ; The rich receiv'd a moral from thy head , And from thy heart the stranger found a bed : Distress came always smiling from thy door ; For God xlvi.
... to the learned , to the simple dear , For daily blessings mark'd thy virtuous year ; The rich receiv'd a moral from thy head , And from thy heart the stranger found a bed : Distress came always smiling from thy door ; For God xlvi.
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... stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms ' to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns , with ...
... stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms ' to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns , with ...
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... stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail , Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger ...
... stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail , Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger ...
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... where birds forget to sing , But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling ; Those pois'nous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd , Where the dark scorpion gathers death around : Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The 53.
... where birds forget to sing , But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling ; Those pois'nous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd , Where the dark scorpion gathers death around : Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The 53.
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... stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey , And savage men more murd'rous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies , Mingling the ravag'd ...
... stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey , And savage men more murd'rous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies , Mingling the ravag'd ...
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Amidst Auburn ballad bard blessings blest bliss boast bosom bow'rs breast BULKLEY Burke charms cheerful climes cry'd David Garrick dear death e'en Edmund Burke Epilogue ev'ning ev'ry eyes fame farewel fire flies folly fond forlorn genius gentle heart heav'n hermit honest honour hour humble humour Inner Temple Johnson keep a corner land learning ling'ring lord lover luxury lyre maid mankind mind mirth MISS CATLEY ne'er neral never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion pasty plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet POETICAL poor pow'r praise pride R-AUSTIN reign rise round scene shade sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread Stoops to Conquer stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tear thee thine thou toil tomb train truth turn twas venison Vicar of Wakefield village virtue's virtues wealth weep Whilst Whitefoord wond'rous wretch
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Страница 41 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — 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.
Страница 24 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Страница 89 - For here forlorn and lost I tread With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem length'ning 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.
Страница 96 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Страница 49 - Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Страница 42 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Страница 46 - 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 laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Страница 74 - 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 with a razor.
Страница 45 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And...
Страница 38 - 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 While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...