The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith. Ed. by B. CorneyLongmans, Green, and Company, 1868 - 231 страници |
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... Recitative . YE captive tribes , that hourly work and weep Where flows Euphrates , murmuring to the deep-- 1 From the autograph of the poet , 1764 ; a valuable manuscript , communicated to the publishers by Mr. Murray of Albemarle ...
... Recitative . YE captive tribes , that hourly work and weep Where flows Euphrates , murmuring to the deep-- 1 From the autograph of the poet , 1764 ; a valuable manuscript , communicated to the publishers by Mr. Murray of Albemarle ...
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... Recitative . That strain once more : it bids remembrance rise , And calls my long - lost country to mine eyes . Ye fields of Sharon , dress'd in flowery pride ; Ye plains , where Jordan rolls its glassy tide ; Ye hills of Lebanon , with ...
... Recitative . That strain once more : it bids remembrance rise , And calls my long - lost country to mine eyes . Ye fields of Sharon , dress'd in flowery pride ; Ye plains , where Jordan rolls its glassy tide ; Ye hills of Lebanon , with ...
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... Recitative . Yet , why repine ? what , though by bonds confin'd , Should bonds enslave the vigour of the mind ? Have we not cause for triumph , when we see Ourselves alone from idol - worship free ? Are not this very day those rites ...
... Recitative . Yet , why repine ? what , though by bonds confin'd , Should bonds enslave the vigour of the mind ? Have we not cause for triumph , when we see Ourselves alone from idol - worship free ? Are not this very day those rites ...
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... around . SECOND PROPHET , Recitative . But hush , my sons ! our tyrant lords are near- The sound of barbarous mirth offends mine ear ; Triumphant music floats along the vale- Near , nearer still 99 H 2 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... around . SECOND PROPHET , Recitative . But hush , my sons ! our tyrant lords are near- The sound of barbarous mirth offends mine ear ; Triumphant music floats along the vale- Near , nearer still 99 H 2 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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... Recitative . But whence , when joy should brighten o'er the land , This sullen gloom in Judah's captive band ? Ye sons of Judah , why the lute unstrung ; Or why those harps on yonder willows hung ? Come , leave your griefs , and join ...
... Recitative . But whence , when joy should brighten o'er the land , This sullen gloom in Judah's captive band ? Ye sons of Judah , why the lute unstrung ; Or why those harps on yonder willows hung ? Come , leave your griefs , and join ...
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Страница 60 - Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. 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 47 - 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 186 - 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 43 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please — How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Страница 62 - The mournful peasant leads his humble band ; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden, and a grave. Where then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride ? If to some common's fenceless limits stray'd, He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And e'en the bare-worn common is denied.
Страница 54 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, 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. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Страница 61 - Has robb'd the neighb'ring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies: While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure, all In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Страница 58 - The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Страница 51 - Near 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 passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Страница 56 - 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.