The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLittle, Brown, 1853 - 176 páginas |
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Oliver Goldsmith John Mitford. gross an affront ; and he determined at once to leave his angry tutor , and his unfinished studies , and fly , where the disgrace of his chastisement had not been heard . The angry schoolboy sold his books ...
Oliver Goldsmith John Mitford. gross an affront ; and he determined at once to leave his angry tutor , and his unfinished studies , and fly , where the disgrace of his chastisement had not been heard . The angry schoolboy sold his books ...
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... leaving Holland , and suggested a tour through different countries , at once to divert his mind from his dangerous pursuits , and to enlarge the circle of his know- ledge . He also lent him money to enable him to prosecute his journey ...
... leaving Holland , and suggested a tour through different countries , at once to divert his mind from his dangerous pursuits , and to enlarge the circle of his know- ledge . He also lent him money to enable him to prosecute his journey ...
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... leaving Edin- burgh in the year 1754 , I never saw him till the year 1756 , when I was in London , attending the hospitals and lectures . Early in January , he called upon me one morning before I was up ; and , on my entering the room ...
... leaving Edin- burgh in the year 1754 , I never saw him till the year 1756 , when I was in London , attending the hospitals and lectures . Early in January , he called upon me one morning before I was up ; and , on my entering the room ...
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... leave a place where I am every day gaining friends and esteem , and where I might enjoy all the conveniences of life . I am certainly wrong not to be contented with what I already possess , trifling as it is ; for should I ask myself ...
... leave a place where I am every day gaining friends and esteem , and where I might enjoy all the conveniences of life . I am certainly wrong not to be contented with what I already possess , trifling as it is ; for should I ask myself ...
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... leave the enjoyment of that refined conver- sation which I am sometimes permitted to partake in , for uncertain fortune and paltry show . You cannot conceive how I am sometimes divided : to leave all that is dear to me gives me pain ...
... leave the enjoyment of that refined conver- sation which I am sometimes permitted to partake in , for uncertain fortune and paltry show . You cannot conceive how I am sometimes divided : to leave all that is dear to me gives me pain ...
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Página 51 - And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ! Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ! Dear, charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so...
Página 25 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Página 40 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Página 104 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Página 46 - While, scourged by famine from the smiling land The mournful peasant leads his humble band ; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden, and a grave.
Página 65 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Página 45 - The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds...
Página 102 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran 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.
Página 33 - Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed: Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene!
Página 47 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash , the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue...