The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with illustr. by J. Absolon [and others.].1851 |
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... lies Poet Goldsmith , for shortness called Noll , Who wrote like an angel , but talked like poor Poll . " This somewhat annoyed Goldsmith , who determined to fight on his adversary's ground , and accordingly , a severe and clever sketch ...
... lies Poet Goldsmith , for shortness called Noll , Who wrote like an angel , but talked like poor Poll . " This somewhat annoyed Goldsmith , who determined to fight on his adversary's ground , and accordingly , a severe and clever sketch ...
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... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies— Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain ...
... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies— Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain ...
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... lies : Here , for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at every blast . Far to the right , where Appennine ascends ...
... lies : Here , for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at every blast . Far to the right , where Appennine ascends ...
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... lies . WGMASIN Methinks her patient sons before me stand , Where the broad ocean leans against the land ; And , sedulous to stop the coming tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . Onward , methinks , and diligently slow , The ...
... lies . WGMASIN Methinks her patient sons before me stand , Where the broad ocean leans against the land ; And , sedulous to stop the coming tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . Onward , methinks , and diligently slow , The ...
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... lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great . Ye powers of truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low ...
... lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great . Ye powers of truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low ...
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agree appear beauty bestow blessings bliss boast breast bring BULKLEY Burke busy called charms dear died display Epilogue eyes face fail fair fall fame fear fields fire flies give Goldsmith grow half hand happiness head heart Heaven hold honour hope hour Italy keep kind land learning leave lies looks Lord lost luxury mind MISS CATLEY morning nature never night o'er Oliver once pain party perhaps Pictures pity plain pleasure poet poor praise pride PRIEST PROPHET proud raptures rise round scene SECOND seen sinks skies smiling sons sorrow soul spread supplies sure sweet tear thee things thou thought toil train turn Twas village voice wealth wish wretches write
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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.