The Deserted Village, Traveller, and Miscellaneous PoemsH. Richardson, Jr., 1819 - 108 páginas |
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... many a time he triumph'd , is forgot . Near yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the sign - post caught the passing eye . Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd 20 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... many a time he triumph'd , is forgot . Near yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the sign - post caught the passing eye . Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd 20 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
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Oliver Goldsmith. Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd , Where grey - beard mirth , and smiling toil , re- tir'd ; Where village statesmen talk'd with looks pro- found , And news much older than their ale went round ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd , Where grey - beard mirth , and smiling toil , re- tir'd ; Where village statesmen talk'd with looks pro- found , And news much older than their ale went round ...
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... 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 eeps beneath the thorn . Now lost to all , her friends , her virtue fled ...
... 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 eeps beneath the thorn . Now lost to all , her friends , her virtue fled ...
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... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain ...
... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain ...
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... lies a Here for a while , my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at every blast . Far to the right , where Appennine ascends ...
... lies a Here for a while , my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at every blast . Far to the right , where Appennine ascends ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
admired Amidst ballad bard blank verse blessings blest bliss boast bowers breast bridal night Burke charms cheerful climes cried David Garrick dear decay Deserted Village eyes fame fled flies follow'd folly fond gentle guest HAUNCH HAUNCH OF VENISON heart heaven Hermit Hoards honest honor humble humor imitate keep a corner land lord lovers luxury maid mind mirth ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion pasty patriot perhaps pity plac'd plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry pomp poor praise pride proud rage raptures reign Reynolds Richard Burke rise round scene shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET Auburn talk'd thee thine thou toil tripe turn Twas tyrant venison Vide page 65 wealth weep Whitefoord wish'd Woodfall wretch
Passagens conhecidas
Página 24 - Now lost to all — her friends, her virtue fled — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.
Página 36 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Página 37 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, re-counts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Página 20 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 35 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Página 21 - The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Página 13 - 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 26 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe. But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Página 69 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts; A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Página 15 - Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene, Lived in each look, and brightened all the green — These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more.