The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with illustr. by J. Absolon [and others.].1851 |
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... Twas certain he could write and cypher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides presage , And even the story ran that he could gauge . In arguing , too , the parson own'd his skill , For even though vanquish'd , he could argue ...
... Twas certain he could write and cypher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides presage , And even the story ran that he could gauge . In arguing , too , the parson own'd his skill , For even though vanquish'd , he could argue ...
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... Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's— But in parting with these I was puzzled again , With the how , and the who , and the where , and the when : There's Howard , and Coley , and Hogarth , and Hiff— I think they love ...
... Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's— But in parting with these I was puzzled again , With the how , and the who , and the where , and the when : There's Howard , and Coley , and Hogarth , and Hiff— I think they love ...
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... twas his fate , unemploy'd , or in place , sir- To eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honest William , whose heart was a mint . While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't : * Mr. T. Townshend , Member ...
... twas his fate , unemploy'd , or in place , sir- To eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honest William , whose heart was a mint . While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't : * Mr. T. Townshend , Member ...
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... Twas only that when he was off , he was acting , With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day : Though secure of our hearts , yet confoundedly sick , If they were not his own by finessing ...
... Twas only that when he was off , he was acting , With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day : Though secure of our hearts , yet confoundedly sick , If they were not his own by finessing ...
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... Twas so for me that Edwin did , And so for him will I. " " Forbid it , heaven ! " the hermit cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide— ' Twas Edwin's self that prest . " Turn , Angelina , ever dear ...
... Twas so for me that Edwin did , And so for him will I. " " Forbid it , heaven ! " the hermit cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide— ' Twas Edwin's self that prest . " Turn , Angelina , ever dear ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Amidst ballad bards Bennet Langton bestow blessings blest bliss boast breast BULKLEY Burke CHALDEAN charms cheer CHORUS climes Coloured dear e'en Edmund Burke Epilogue epitaph eyes fame fear flies fond Garrick gilt edges groves guest HARRISON WEIR heart Heaven Hermit honour ISRAELITISH WOMAN Jack Johnson keep a corner labour land learning Lord luxury MADAME maid mind mirth MISS CATLEY never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pass'd pasty Pictures pity plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poor praise pride PROPHET.-RECITATIVE proud rage raptures reign Richard Burke rise round scene sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul splendour spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tear thee thine thou toil triumph turn Twas tyrant venison Vicar of Wakefield village Washington Irving wealth weep Whitefoord William Kenrick wretches yonder
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Página 33 - 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...
Página 38 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Página 62 - 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.
Página 92 - Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Página 40 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt, for all; 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.
Página 44 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, 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...
Página 40 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 36 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share 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.
Página 31 - I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm...
Página 39 - 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; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.