The Poetical Works of Dr. Oliver Goldsmith: Containing His Deserted Village, Traveller, Hermit, Retaliation ... Etc. Etc., to which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorC. Downes, 1802 - 96 páginas |
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... proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'di The broken foldier , kindly bade to stay , Sate by his fire , and talk'd the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds , or tales of forrow done , Shoulder'd his crutch , and fhew'd ...
... proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'di The broken foldier , kindly bade to stay , Sate by his fire , and talk'd the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds , or tales of forrow done , Shoulder'd his crutch , and fhew'd ...
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... proud difdain , Thefe fimple bleffings of the lowly train , To me more dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys , where Nature has its play , The foul adopts , and owns their firft ...
... proud difdain , Thefe fimple bleffings of the lowly train , To me more dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys , where Nature has its play , The foul adopts , and owns their firft ...
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... proud their long - drawn pomps difplay , There the black gibbet glooms befide the way . The dome where pleafure holds her midnight reign , Here , richly deck'd , admits the gorgeous train ; . Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing ...
... proud their long - drawn pomps difplay , There the black gibbet glooms befide the way . The dome where pleafure holds her midnight reign , Here , richly deck'd , admits the gorgeous train ; . Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing ...
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... proud mens doors they afk a little bread ! Ah , no . To diftant climes , a dreary scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between , Through torrid tracks with fainting steps they go Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe . Far ...
... proud mens doors they afk a little bread ! Ah , no . To diftant climes , a dreary scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between , Through torrid tracks with fainting steps they go Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe . Far ...
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... That trade's proud empire haftes to fwift decay , As ocean fweeps the labour'd mole away ; While felf - dependent pow'r can time defy , As rocks refift the billows and the sky . EPILOGUE TO THE SISTERS . WHAT ! five long acts 44.
... That trade's proud empire haftes to fwift decay , As ocean fweeps the labour'd mole away ; While felf - dependent pow'r can time defy , As rocks refift the billows and the sky . EPILOGUE TO THE SISTERS . WHAT ! five long acts 44.
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Página 92 - GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind.
Página 77 - 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...
Página 28 - 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 14 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Página 35 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Página 31 - 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 : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Página 36 - Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
Página 18 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Página 64 - Even liberty itself is barter'd here. At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, The needy sell it, and the rich man buys; A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves...
Página 32 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from.