The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with a memoir by W. Spalding, Том 44Charles Griffin, 1864 - 152 страници |
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... cries , “ To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom . " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant , I give it with good will . " Then ...
... cries , “ To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom . " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant , I give it with good will . " Then ...
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... cried , " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ? Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? " Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay And those who ...
... cried , " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ? Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? " Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay And those who ...
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... cried ; " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude Where Heaven and you reside . “ But let a maid thy pity share , 66 Whom love has taught to stray : Who seeks for rest , but finds despair Companion of her way . My father lived beside the ...
... cried ; " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude Where Heaven and you reside . “ But let a maid thy pity share , 66 Whom love has taught to stray : Who seeks for rest , but finds despair Companion of her way . My father lived beside the ...
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... cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : ( 6 The wondering fair one turn'd to chide , — ' Twas Edwin's self that prest . Turn , Angelina , ever dear , My charmer , turn to see Thy own , thy long - lost Edwin here , Restored to love and ...
... cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : ( 6 The wondering fair one turn'd to chide , — ' Twas Edwin's self that prest . Turn , Angelina , ever dear , My charmer , turn to see Thy own , thy long - lost Edwin here , Restored to love and ...
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... cried I , with a flounce , " I get these things often " -but that was a bounce : 66 Some lords , my acquaintance , that settle the nation , Are pleased to be kind - but I hate ostentation . " " If that be the case then , " cried he ...
... cried I , with a flounce , " I get these things often " -but that was a bounce : 66 Some lords , my acquaintance , that settle the nation , Are pleased to be kind - but I hate ostentation . " " If that be the case then , " cried he ...
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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...