The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLee and Shepard, 1872 - 231 páginas |
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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 : 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 . 90 100 Far to the right , where Apennine ascends ...
... lies : 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 . 90 100 Far to the right , where Apennine ascends ...
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... lies . Methinks her patient sons before me stand , Where the broad ocean leans against the land ; And , sedulous to stop the coming tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . T.CRESW.CK SAHAMS . Onward , methinks , and diligently ...
... lies . Methinks her patient sons before me stand , Where the broad ocean leans against the land ; And , sedulous to stop the coming tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . T.CRESW.CK SAHAMS . Onward , methinks , and diligently ...
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... lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great . Ye powers of truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low ...
... lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great . Ye powers of truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low ...
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... he triumph'd , is forgot . Near yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the sign - post caught the passing eye . 200 210 220 Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd 56 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... he triumph'd , is forgot . Near yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the sign - post caught the passing eye . 200 210 220 Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd 56 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
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acted at Covent-garden Æsop afterwards Arthur Murphy augustalis ballad beauty bless bless'd bliss Boswell breast BULKLEY Bunbury Burke charms Chorus comedy Covent-garden theatre Cradock Creswick cried David Garrick dear deserted village died edition elegy EPILOGUE WRITTEN epitaph eyes fame flies Garrick good-natur'd haunch of venison heart Heaven hermit honour Horsley Johnson Julius Cæsar Line London lord Memoirs mind mirth MISS CATLEY native never Newbery o'er Oliver Goldsmith pain pass'd Percy pity pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetical praise pride printed prologue PROPHET rage raptures Recitative reverend rise round scene sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling song sorrow soul spread stoops to conquer sweet Sweet Auburn Tayler thee thine Thomas Parnell Thompson thou Threnodia augustalis toil Toroddle translated Twas venison verses vex'd vicar of Wakefield volumes wealth weep Williams Woodfall wretch yonder ΙΟ
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Página 143 - 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 45 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more: His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Página 46 - 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 our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 52 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood.
Página 184 - 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 54 - 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 laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Página 50 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast...
Página 18 - No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. Yet still, even here, content can spread a charm, Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts tho...
Página 59 - Not so the loss. 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 62 - 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.