The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 páginas |
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... close and closer to the mother's breast , So the loud torrent , and the whirlwind's roar , But bind him to his native mountains more . Such are the charms to barren states assign'd ; Their wants but few , their wishes all confin'd : Yet ...
... close and closer to the mother's breast , So the loud torrent , and the whirlwind's roar , But bind him to his native mountains more . Such are the charms to barren states assign'd ; Their wants but few , their wishes all confin'd : Yet ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingled notes came soften'd from below ; The swain responsive as the milk - maid sung , The sober herd that low'd to meet their ...
... close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingled notes came soften'd from below ; The swain responsive as the milk - maid sung , The sober herd that low'd to meet their ...
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... close , in sorrow doubly dear ; Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief.- O Luxury ! thou curs'd by Heaven's decree , How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions ...
... close , in sorrow doubly dear ; Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief.- O Luxury ! thou curs'd by Heaven's decree , How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions ...
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... close around ? Let it suffice , that each had charms ; He clasp'd a goddess in his arms ; And , though she felt his usage rough , Yet in a man ' twas well enough . The honey - moon like lightning flew : The second brought its transports ...
... close around ? Let it suffice , that each had charms ; He clasp'd a goddess in his arms ; And , though she felt his usage rough , Yet in a man ' twas well enough . The honey - moon like lightning flew : The second brought its transports ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ACERONIA ÆSCHYLUS AGRIPPINA Anicetus atque awake Baiæ bard Bartholomew fair beneath bliss blooming band breast breath brow Cæsar charms cheerful climes cried daughter dear death dread e'en Elegy Eolian Eton College eyes fame fate fear fire fond FRAGMENT glittering glory golden grace Gray hæc hand heart Heaven honour John Penn king lady land Lord lyre maid Margaret of Anjou Masinissa MASON mind morn mother muse ne'er Nero night o'er Odin OLIVER GOLDSMITH Otho pain passion Pindar pleasure poem poet pride PROPHETESS pursue quæ raptures reign repose rise round scene shade shame sight skies smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit stanza STOOPS TO CONQUER sweet Taliessin tear thee Thormodus Torfæus thou trembling Twas vale venison victorious bands voice wealth weep wing written yonder youth
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Página 36 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, 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...
Página 67 - 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 32 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Página 61 - 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 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Página 53 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Página 61 - 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 rigid 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 29 - 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, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old...
Página 13 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Página 41 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...