The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with a memoir by W. Spalding, Том 44Charles Griffin, 1864 - 152 страници |
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... 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 turn to - night , and freely share Whate'er ...
... 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 turn to - night , and freely share Whate'er ...
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... yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingling notes came soften'd from below : The swain responsive as the milk - maid sung , The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The ...
... yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingling notes came soften'd from below : The swain responsive as the milk - maid sung , The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The ...
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... yonder copse , where once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The village preacher's modest mansion rose , A man he was to all the country dear , And ...
... yonder copse , where once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The village preacher's modest mansion rose , A man he was to all the country dear , And ...
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... yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where grey - beard mirth , and smiling toil retired , Where village statesmen ...
... yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspired , Where grey - beard mirth , and smiling toil retired , Where village statesmen ...
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... yonder creek we've laid her , His Honour is no mercenary trader . This is his first adventure ; lend him aid , And we may chance to drive a thriving trade . His goods , he hopes , are prime , and brought from far , Equally fit for ...
... yonder creek we've laid her , His Honour is no mercenary trader . This is his first adventure ; lend him aid , And we may chance to drive a thriving trade . His goods , he hopes , are prime , and brought from far , Equally fit for ...
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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...