The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLee and Shepard, 1872 - 231 страници |
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... 1000 Yet still he sighs , for hoards are wanting still- Thus to my breast alternate passions rise , Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supplies , Yet oft a sigh prevails , and sorrows fall ,. 12 THE TRAVELLER .
... 1000 Yet still he sighs , for hoards are wanting still- Thus to my breast alternate passions rise , Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supplies , Yet oft a sigh prevails , and sorrows fall ,. 12 THE TRAVELLER .
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Oliver Goldsmith Bolton Corney. Yet oft a sigh prevails , and sorrows fall , To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each ...
Oliver Goldsmith Bolton Corney. Yet oft a sigh prevails , and sorrows fall , To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each ...
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... cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep and sighs at every blast . 90 100 Far to the right , where Apennine ascends , Bright 14 THE TRAVELLER .
... cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep and sighs at every blast . 90 100 Far to the right , where Apennine ascends , Bright 14 THE TRAVELLER .
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... sorrow done , Shoulder'd his crutch and show'd how fields were won , Pleas'd with his guests , the good man learn❜d to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan , His pity gave ere ...
... sorrow done , Shoulder'd his crutch and show'd how fields were won , Pleas'd with his guests , the good man learn❜d to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan , His pity gave ere ...
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... sorrow , guilt , and pain by turns dismay'd , The reverend champion stood at his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise ...
... sorrow , guilt , and pain by turns dismay'd , The reverend champion stood at his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise ...
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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.