The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 страници |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 6 - 10 от 19.
Страница 42
... scene , The cooling brook , the grassy - vested green : The breezy covert of the warbling grove , That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love . Good Heav'n ! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day , That call'd them from their native ...
... scene , The cooling brook , the grassy - vested green : The breezy covert of the warbling grove , That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love . Good Heav'n ! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day , That call'd them from their native ...
Страница 97
... scene with all thy brood , Of fools pursuing , and of fools pursu'd ! Whose ins and outs no ray of sense discloses , Whose only plot it is to break our noses ; Whilst from below the trap - door demons rise , And from above the dangling ...
... scene with all thy brood , Of fools pursuing , and of fools pursu'd ! Whose ins and outs no ray of sense discloses , Whose only plot it is to break our noses ; Whilst from below the trap - door demons rise , And from above the dangling ...
Страница 104
... scene , and in her rage Have emptied all the green - room on the stage . My life on't this had kept her play from sink- ing ; Have pleas'd our eyes , and sav'd the pain of thinking . Well , since she thus has shown her want of skill ...
... scene , and in her rage Have emptied all the green - room on the stage . My life on't this had kept her play from sink- ing ; Have pleas'd our eyes , and sav'd the pain of thinking . Well , since she thus has shown her want of skill ...
Страница 105
Oliver Goldsmith. Lud ! what a group the motley scene discloses , False wit , false wives , false virgins , and false spouses ! Statesmen with bridles on ; and close beside ' em , Patriots in party - colour'd suits that ride ' em . There ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Lud ! what a group the motley scene discloses , False wit , false wives , false virgins , and false spouses ! Statesmen with bridles on ; and close beside ' em , Patriots in party - colour'd suits that ride ' em . There ...
Страница 26
... scenes on Snowden's height Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory , spare my aching sight ! Ye unborn ages , crowd not on my soul ! Ver . 93. The bristled boar in infant - gore - The silver boar was the badge ...
... scenes on Snowden's height Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory , spare my aching sight ! Ye unborn ages , crowd not on my soul ! Ver . 93. The bristled boar in infant - gore - The silver boar was the badge ...
Други издания - Преглед на всички
Често срещани думи и фрази
ACERONIA ÆSCHYLUS AGRIPPINA Anicetus atque awake Baiæ bard Bartholomew fair beneath bliss blooming band breast breath brow Cæsar charms cheerful climes cried daughter dear death dread e'en Elegy Eolian Eton College eyes fame fate fear fire fond FRAGMENT glittering glory golden grace Gray hæc hand heart Heaven honour John Penn king lady land Lord lyre maid Margaret of Anjou Masinissa MASON mind morn mother muse ne'er Nero night o'er Odin OLIVER GOLDSMITH Otho pain passion Pindar pleasure poem poet pride PROPHETESS pursue quæ raptures reign repose rise round scene shade shame sight skies smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit stanza STOOPS TO CONQUER sweet Taliessin tear thee Thormodus Torfæus thou trembling Twas vale venison victorious bands voice wealth weep wing written yonder youth
Популярни откъси
Страница 36 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; 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...
Страница 67 - 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 32 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Страница 61 - 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 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Страница 53 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Страница 61 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit : Too nice for a statesman ; too proud for a wit ; For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge disobedient ; And too fond of the rigid to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir — To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Страница 29 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old...
Страница 13 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Страница 41 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...