The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith. Ed. by B. CorneyLongmans, Green, and Company, 1868 - 231 страници |
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... lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet : his tawdry lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his frenzy fire . What reception a poem may find which has neither abuse ...
... lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet : his tawdry lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his frenzy fire . What reception a poem may find which has neither abuse ...
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... lost to all - her friends , her virtue fled , Near her betrayer's door she lays her head- And , pinch'd with cold , and shrinking from the shower , With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour THOS.WILLIAVSS When idly first , ambitious ...
... lost to all - her friends , her virtue fled , Near her betrayer's door she lays her head- And , pinch'd with cold , and shrinking from the shower , With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour THOS.WILLIAVSS When idly first , ambitious ...
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... Their masters ' manners still contract- And footmen , lords and dukes can act , Thus at the court , both great and small Behave alike - for all ape all . A MADRIGAL.1 WEEPING , murmuring , complaining , Lost to 82 22 LYRICAL AND.
... Their masters ' manners still contract- And footmen , lords and dukes can act , Thus at the court , both great and small Behave alike - for all ape all . A MADRIGAL.1 WEEPING , murmuring , complaining , Lost to 82 22 LYRICAL AND.
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Oliver Goldsmith Bolton Corney. A MADRIGAL.1 WEEPING , murmuring , complaining , Lost to every gay delight— Myra , too sincere for feigning , Fears the approaching bridal night . Yet why impair thy bright perfection , Or dim thy beauty ...
Oliver Goldsmith Bolton Corney. A MADRIGAL.1 WEEPING , murmuring , complaining , Lost to every gay delight— Myra , too sincere for feigning , Fears the approaching bridal night . Yet why impair thy bright perfection , Or dim thy beauty ...
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... 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 cedars crown'd ; Ye 97 H MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... 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 cedars crown'd ; Ye 97 H MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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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.