The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1845 - 235 páginas |
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... PRIEST . Air . Fierce is the whirlwind howling O'er Afric's sandy plain ; And fierce the tempest rolling Along the furrow'd main : But storms that fly , To rend the sky , Every ill presaging Less dreadful show To worlds below Than angry ...
... PRIEST . Air . Fierce is the whirlwind howling O'er Afric's sandy plain ; And fierce the tempest rolling Along the furrow'd main : But storms that fly , To rend the sky , Every ill presaging Less dreadful show To worlds below Than angry ...
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... , Bids expectation rise . Hope , like the glimmering taper's light , Adorns and cheers the way ; And still , as darker grows the night , Emits a brighter ray . SECOND PRIEST . Recitative . Why this delay ? At MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 105.
... , Bids expectation rise . Hope , like the glimmering taper's light , Adorns and cheers the way ; And still , as darker grows the night , Emits a brighter ray . SECOND PRIEST . Recitative . Why this delay ? At MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 105.
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... the meadow straying . FIRST PRIEST . While these a constant revel keep , Shall reason only bid me weep ? Hence , intruder ! we'll pursue Nature a better guide than you . SECOND PRIEST . Every moment , as it flows , 106 LYRICAL AND.
... the meadow straying . FIRST PRIEST . While these a constant revel keep , Shall reason only bid me weep ? Hence , intruder ! we'll pursue Nature a better guide than you . SECOND PRIEST . Every moment , as it flows , 106 LYRICAL AND.
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... PRIEST . Recitative . But , hush ! see foremost of the captive choir , The master - prophet grasps his full - ton'd lyre ; Mark where he sits , with executing art , Feels for each tone , and speeds it to the heart . See inspiration ...
... PRIEST . Recitative . But , hush ! see foremost of the captive choir , The master - prophet grasps his full - ton'd lyre ; Mark where he sits , with executing art , Feels for each tone , and speeds it to the heart . See inspiration ...
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... the just : " Tis fix'd - it shall be done . FIRST PRIEST . Recitative . Enough ! when slaves thus insolent presume , The king himself shall judge and fix their doom . Short - sighted wretches ! have not you and all 108 LYRICAL AND.
... the just : " Tis fix'd - it shall be done . FIRST PRIEST . Recitative . Enough ! when slaves thus insolent presume , The king himself shall judge and fix their doom . Short - sighted wretches ! have not you and all 108 LYRICAL AND.
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Página 146 - 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 143 - 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. 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 49 - 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 the gate...
Página 54 - 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 56 - 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 ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 70 - 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 48 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — 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.
Página 36 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Página 144 - 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. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
Página 11 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow flies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.