The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLee and Shepard, 1872 - 231 страници |
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... rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows bless'd . 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 ...
... rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows bless'd . 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 ...
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... rest : Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails , And honour sinks where commerce long prevails . Hence every state , to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone ; Each to the favourite happiness attends ...
... rest : Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails , And honour sinks where commerce long prevails . Hence every state , to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone ; Each to the favourite happiness attends ...
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... rest in heaven : As some tall cliff , that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm , 190 Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . Beside yon ...
... rest in heaven : As some tall cliff , that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm , 190 Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . Beside yon ...
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... shall be found Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ; Nor the coy maid , half - willing to be press'd , Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest . THORS : & Y U Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain. THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... shall be found Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ; Nor the coy maid , half - willing to be press'd , Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest . THORS : & Y U Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain. THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
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... rest the body there . Alas ! too well mine eyes observant trace The last remains of Judah's royal race : Our monarch falls , and now our fears are o'er ; The wretched Zedekiah is no more ! Air . Ye wretches who , by fortune's hate , In ...
... rest the body there . Alas ! too well mine eyes observant trace The last remains of Judah's royal race : Our monarch falls , and now our fears are o'er ; The wretched Zedekiah is no more ! Air . Ye wretches who , by fortune's hate , In ...
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Страница 143 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Страница 45 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more: His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Страница 46 - 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 our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Страница 52 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood.
Страница 184 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much ; Who, born for the Universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Страница 54 - 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 ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Страница 50 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast...
Страница 18 - No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. Yet still, even here, content can spread a charm, Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts tho...
Страница 59 - Not so the loss. 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...
Страница 62 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.