The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with a memoir by W. Spalding, Том 44Charles Griffin, 1864 - 152 страници |
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... weep the want below . CHORUS . When truth and virtue , & c . MAN SPEAKER . The praise attending pomp and power , Threnodia Augustalis . 119 THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS, Sacred to the memory Her Royal Highness the Princess Dowager Wales.
... weep the want below . CHORUS . When truth and virtue , & c . MAN SPEAKER . The praise attending pomp and power , Threnodia Augustalis . 119 THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS, Sacred to the memory Her Royal Highness the Princess Dowager Wales.
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... CHORUS . Let us - let all the world agree , To profit by resembling thee . PART II . OVERTURE . - Pastorale . MAN SPEAKER . FAST by that shore were Thames ' translucent stream Reflects new glories on his breast , Where , splendid as the ...
... CHORUS . Let us - let all the world agree , To profit by resembling thee . PART II . OVERTURE . - Pastorale . MAN SPEAKER . FAST by that shore were Thames ' translucent stream Reflects new glories on his breast , Where , splendid as the ...
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... CHORUS . Ye shady walks , ye waving greens , Ye nodding towers , ye fairy scenes , Let all your echoes now deplore , That she who formed your beauties is no more . MAN SPEAKER . First of the train the patient rustic came , Whose callous ...
... CHORUS . Ye shady walks , ye waving greens , Ye nodding towers , ye fairy scenes , Let all your echoes now deplore , That she who formed your beauties is no more . MAN SPEAKER . First of the train the patient rustic came , Whose callous ...
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... CHORUS . On the grave of Augusta this garland be placed , We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom , And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast , The tears of her country shall water her tomb . 66 EPILOGUE . ΤΟ ' SHE STOOPS TO ...
... CHORUS . On the grave of Augusta this garland be placed , We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom , And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast , The tears of her country shall water her tomb . 66 EPILOGUE . ΤΟ ' SHE STOOPS TO ...
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... CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIR- GINS . SCENE - The Banks of the River Euphrates , near Babylon . ACT I. ISRAELITES sitting on the Banks of the Euphrates . FIRST PROPHET . Recitative . YE captive tribes , that hourly work and weep Where flows ...
... CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIR- GINS . SCENE - The Banks of the River Euphrates , near Babylon . ACT I. ISRAELITES sitting on the Banks of the Euphrates . FIRST PROPHET . Recitative . YE captive tribes , that hourly work and weep Where flows ...
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Bachelor of Arts Bishop Berkeley blessings blest bliss boast bookseller breast brother BULKLEY Burke CHALDEAN character charms cheer CHORUS climes comedy Contarine cried daugh David Garrick dear Dublin e'en EPILOGUE Euphrates eyes fame father fear flies follies heart Heaven Hermit honour Johnson keep a corner labour land Lissoy looks Lord luxury maid mind mirth MISS CATLEY never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain Pasty pity plain pleasure poem poet poor praise pride rage raptures Recitative Reynolds rise round Samuel Johnson scene SECOND PRIEST SECOND PROPHET shore sigh sinks sizar skies skill'd smiling SONG sorrow soul spread spurn STOOPS TO CONQUER strength supplies swain sweet SWEET Auburn thee thine things thou thought toil triumph turn Twas tyrant uncle Ven'son Vicar of Wakefield village virtue wealth weep Whitefoord WOMAN wretch yonder youth
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Страница 68 - 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. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Страница 55 - 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 28 - 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 68 - Along the lawn, where scattered hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride.
Страница 67 - And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way. Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall; And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away, thy children leave the land.
Страница 67 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Страница 130 - The wretch condemn'd with life to part Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Страница 59 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
Страница 65 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Страница 38 - Even liberty itself is barter' d here : At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, The needy sell it, and the rich man buys ; A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves...