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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... and boastful tombs decay . Reader , if number'd in the mufes ' train , Go , tune the lyre , and imitate his strain ; But , if no poet thou , reverse the plan , Depart in peace , and imitate the man . POEMS BY . DR . GOLDSMITH . + ! I.
... and boastful tombs decay . Reader , if number'd in the mufes ' train , Go , tune the lyre , and imitate his strain ; But , if no poet thou , reverse the plan , Depart in peace , and imitate the man . POEMS BY . DR . GOLDSMITH . + ! I.
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... train , from labour free , Led up their fports beneath the fpreading tree ; While many a paftime circled in the shade , The young contending as the old furvey'd ; And many a gambol frolic'd o'er the ground , And flights of art and feats ...
... train , from labour free , Led up their fports beneath the fpreading tree ; While many a paftime circled in the shade , The young contending as the old furvey'd ; And many a gambol frolic'd o'er the ground , And flights of art and feats ...
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... train Ufurp the land and difpoffefs the fwain ; Along the lawn where fcatter'd hamlets rofe , Unwieldy wealth , and cumbrous pomp repose ; And ev'ry want to luxury ally'd , And ev'ry pang that folly pays to pride . Thefe gentle hours ...
... train Ufurp the land and difpoffefs the fwain ; Along the lawn where fcatter'd hamlets rofe , Unwieldy wealth , and cumbrous pomp repose ; And ev'ry want to luxury ally'd , And ev'ry pang that folly pays to pride . Thefe gentle hours ...
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... train , Swells at my breaft , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n me fhare- I ftill had hopes my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bow'rs to lay me ...
... train , Swells at my breaft , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n me fhare- I ftill had hopes my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bow'rs to lay me ...
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... train , The fad hiftorian of the penfive plain . Near yonder copfe , where once the garden smil'a , And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild ; There , where a few torn fhrubs the place difclofe , The village preacher's modeft ...
... train , The fad hiftorian of the penfive plain . Near yonder copfe , where once the garden smil'a , And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild ; There , where a few torn fhrubs the place difclofe , The village preacher's modeft ...
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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.