The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: With an Account of His Life and WritingsRobert Johnson, no. 2, North third st. (H. Maxwell, printer), 1803 - 148 страници |
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... boasts no smiling train , " Nor sportful pastime circling on the plain ; " No needy villains prowl around for prey , " No slanderers , no sycophants betray ; " No gaudy foplings scornfully deride " The swain , whose humble pipe is all ...
... boasts no smiling train , " Nor sportful pastime circling on the plain ; " No needy villains prowl around for prey , " No slanderers , no sycophants betray ; " No gaudy foplings scornfully deride " The swain , whose humble pipe is all ...
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... boast of man , his destin'd prey ; Prepar'd to strike , he pois'd aloft the dart , And plung'd the steel in Virtue's bleeding heart ; Abhorrent , back the springs of life rebound , And leave on Nature's face a grisly wound , A wound ...
... boast of man , his destin'd prey ; Prepar'd to strike , he pois'd aloft the dart , And plung'd the steel in Virtue's bleeding heart ; Abhorrent , back the springs of life rebound , And leave on Nature's face a grisly wound , A wound ...
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... boast of all the tuneful train That sweep the lyre , or swell the polish'd strain ? Much - honour'd Bard ! if my untutor'd verse Could pay a tribute , worthy of thy hearse , With fearless hands I'd build the fane of praise , And boldly ...
... boast of all the tuneful train That sweep the lyre , or swell the polish'd strain ? Much - honour'd Bard ! if my untutor'd verse Could pay a tribute , worthy of thy hearse , With fearless hands I'd build the fane of praise , And boldly ...
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... the treasures of his stormy seas , And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked negro , panting at the line , Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine , Basks in the glare , or stems the tepid wave 12 THE TRAVELLER .
... the treasures of his stormy seas , And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked negro , panting at the line , Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine , Basks in the glare , or stems the tepid wave 12 THE TRAVELLER .
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... boast , where'er we roam ; His first , best country , ever is .... at home . And yet , perhaps , if countries we compare , And estimate the blessings which they share , Though patriots flatter , still shall wisdom find An equal portion ...
... boast , where'er we roam ; His first , best country , ever is .... at home . And yet , perhaps , if countries we compare , And estimate the blessings which they share , Though patriots flatter , still shall wisdom find An equal portion ...
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Amidst ballad Bard blessings blest bliss blooms boast bosom bowers breast Burke charms cheerful climes cry'd David Garrick dear decay e'en eyes fame flies fond forlorn Freedom heart heaven Hermit hoard honour hour humble JAMES BOSWELL James Macpherson John Ridge keep a corner labour land learning lord luxury maid mansion mind mirth native nature's never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pasty patriot pity plain pleas'd pleasure Poem poet pomp poor praise pride proud rage reign Represt retributive justice Richard Burke Richard Cumberland rise round scene Scotsman shore sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling solitary sorrow soul splendour spread Stoops to Conquer stranger supply'd swain sweet SWEET AUBURN sweet oblivion thee thine thou toil tripe turn twas tyrant ven'son Vide page 74 village virtue's wealth weep Whitefoord wish'd Woodfall wretched
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Страница 118 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran 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.
Страница 38 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Страница 74 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining ; Tho' 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.
Страница 51 - The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds: The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Страница 56 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wished for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for her father's arms.
Страница 78 - As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line; Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings — a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.
Страница 12 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Страница 50 - To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art. Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested...
Страница 73 - Hickey's a capon, and by the same rule, Magnanimous Goldsmith a gooseberry fool. At a dinner so various, at such a repast, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? Here, waiter ! more wine, let me sit while I'm able, Till all my companions sink under the table; Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.
Страница 48 - Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...