The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith ...: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Author's LifeB. Johnson, 1813 - 107 страници |
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... Boast of a florid vigor not their own . At every draught more large and large they grow , A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe ; Till sapp'd their strength , and every part un sound , Down , down they sink , and spread a ruin round . E ...
... Boast of a florid vigor not their own . At every draught more large and large they grow , A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe ; Till sapp'd their strength , and every part un sound , Down , down they sink , and spread a ruin round . E ...
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... Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine , Basks in the glare , or stems the tepid wave , And thanks his gods for all the good they gave . Such is the patriot's boast , where'er we roam , His first , best country , ever is at home ...
... Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine , Basks in the glare , or stems the tepid wave , And thanks his gods for all the good they gave . Such is the patriot's boast , where'er we roam , His first , best country , ever is at home ...
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... vanity assumes her pert grimace , And trims her robes of frize with copper lace : Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer , To boast one splendid banquet once a year ; The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws , Nor 50.
... vanity assumes her pert grimace , And trims her robes of frize with copper lace : Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer , To boast one splendid banquet once a year ; The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws , Nor 50.
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... , above control , While e'en the peasant boasts these rights to scan , And learns to venerate himself as man . Thine , Freedom , thine the blessings pictur'd here , Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear ; Too 52.
... , above control , While e'en the peasant boasts these rights to scan , And learns to venerate himself as man . Thine , Freedom , thine the blessings pictur'd here , Thine are those charms that dazzle and endear ; Too 52.
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... boasted lord of nature Is both a weak and erring creature . That instinct is a surer guide , Than reason , boasting mortals ' pride ; And that brute beasts are far bofore ' em Deus est anima brutorum . Who ever knew an honest brute , At ...
... boasted lord of nature Is both a weak and erring creature . That instinct is a surer guide , Than reason , boasting mortals ' pride ; And that brute beasts are far bofore ' em Deus est anima brutorum . Who ever knew an honest brute , At ...
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Amidst ballad bards blank verse blessings blest bliss boast bowers breast bridal night brother Burke charms cheerful climes cry'd David Garrick dear decay Doctor e'en Edmund Burke eyes fame fault feast fire fled flies folly fond forlorn Garrick gentle gentleman give guest heart Heaven hermit Hoards honest honour hour humble humour keep a corner kind labour land learning lord lovers luxury mind mirth ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion pasty patriot plac'd plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet pomp poor praise pride proud raptures reign Richard Burke rise round shew'd shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul spread Stoops to Conquer stranger supply'd swain sweet SWEET Auburn talk'd thee thine things thou toil Trinity College tripe turn Twas venison wealth weep wept Whitefoord wish'd wretch
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Страница 23 - In all my wanderings 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 26 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Страница 41 - 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 46 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Страница 21 - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, — These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These, round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms, — but all these charms are fled!
Страница 94 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
Страница 22 - His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. But times are alter'd ; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain ; Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth, and cumbrous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride.
Страница 42 - But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; Extols 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, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Страница 44 - That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground ; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Страница 25 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.