The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with the life of the author, embellished with wood cuts by T. Bewick1809 |
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... tell , nor am I folicitous to know . My aims are right . Without efpoufing the cause of any party , I have attempted to moderate the rage of all . I have endeavoured to fhew , that there may be equal happiness in flates that are ...
... tell , nor am I folicitous to know . My aims are right . Without efpoufing the cause of any party , I have attempted to moderate the rage of all . I have endeavoured to fhew , that there may be equal happiness in flates that are ...
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... tell of all I felt , and all 1 faw ; And , as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place from whence at first he flew , I ftill had hopes , my long vexations past , Here to return - and die at home at last . O bleft ...
... tell of all I felt , and all 1 faw ; And , as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place from whence at first he flew , I ftill had hopes , my long vexations past , Here to return - and die at home at last . O bleft ...
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... tell what I think of the dead . Here lies the good dean§ , reunited to earth , Who mixt reason with pleasure , and wisdom with mirth : If he had any faults , he has left us in doubt- At least , in fix weeks , I could not find ' em out ...
... tell what I think of the dead . Here lies the good dean§ , reunited to earth , Who mixt reason with pleasure , and wisdom with mirth : If he had any faults , he has left us in doubt- At least , in fix weeks , I could not find ' em out ...
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... tell it , and burn ye➡ He was could he help it - a special attorney . Here Reynolds + is laid , and , to tell you my mind , He has not left a wifer or better behind : His pencil was ftriking , refiftlefs , and grand ; His manners were ...
... tell it , and burn ye➡ He was could he help it - a special attorney . Here Reynolds + is laid , and , to tell you my mind , He has not left a wifer or better behind : His pencil was ftriking , refiftlefs , and grand ; His manners were ...
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... tell , With this he drives men's fouls to hell .. Now to apply begin we then : His wand's a modern author's pen ; The ferpents round about , it twin'd Denote him of the reptile kind ; Denote the rage with which he writes ,. His frothy ...
... tell , With this he drives men's fouls to hell .. Now to apply begin we then : His wand's a modern author's pen ; The ferpents round about , it twin'd Denote him of the reptile kind ; Denote the rage with which he writes ,. His frothy ...
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Amidſt beſt beſtow bleffings bleft blifs breaſt bufy charms climes David Garrick dear diſplay Doctor eaſe Edmund Burke ev'n ev❜n eyes fame fatire feek feems feen fhall fhed figh finks firſt flies fmiles folitary fome fons forrow foul ftill ftrength fuch fure fwain fweet Glocester GOLDSMITH gueſt happineſs harmleſs heart himſelf honeft honour houſe itſelf keep a corner labour laft Lord luxury mind mirth muſt o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion paſs'd paſt pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poem poet pow'r praiſe pride purſuing raiſe reafon repoſe rife riſe rofe round ſay ſcene ſeen ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhore ſhould Sir Joshua Reynolds ſkies ſkill ſmall ſmiling ſpoke ſports ſpot ſpread ſpring ſtate ſteps ſtill STOOPS TO CONQUER ſtore ſtranger SWEET Auburn thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toil turn Twas uſeful Vide page 63 village wealth Whofe whoſe wretch
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Página 47 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 34 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Página 42 - 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...
Página 52 - Now 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 When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Página 46 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Página 47 - 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; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 65 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts ; A flattering painter, who made it his care, To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Página 44 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Página 84 - 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 47 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.