The Poetical Works of Dr. Oliver Goldsmith: Containing His Deserted Village, Traveller, Hermit, Retaliation ... Etc. Etc., to which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorC. Downes, 1802 - 96 páginas |
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... chearful influence fhed , These were thy charms , but all thefe charms are fled . Sweet fmiling village , lovelieft of the lawn , Thy fports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidft thy bow'rs the tyrant's hand is feen , And ...
... chearful influence fhed , These were thy charms , but all thefe charms are fled . Sweet fmiling village , lovelieft of the lawn , Thy fports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidft thy bow'rs the tyrant's hand is feen , And ...
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... chearful murmurs fluctuate in the gale , No bufy steps the grass - grown footway tread , But all the bloomy flush of life is fled . All but yon widow'd , folitary thing , That feebly bends befide the plashy spring ; She , wretched ...
... chearful murmurs fluctuate in the gale , No bufy steps the grass - grown footway tread , But all the bloomy flush of life is fled . All but yon widow'd , folitary thing , That feebly bends befide the plashy spring ; She , wretched ...
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... chearful guests retire To paufe from toil , and trim their ev`ning fire Bleft that abode , where want and pain repair , And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair ; Bleft be thofe feafts , with fimple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy ...
... chearful guests retire To paufe from toil , and trim their ev`ning fire Bleft that abode , where want and pain repair , And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair ; Bleft be thofe feafts , with fimple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy ...
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... Chearful at morn he wakes from short repofe , Breafts the keen air , and carols as he goes ; With patient angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous plough fhare to the steep ; H 2 Or Or feeks the den where fnow - tracks mark ...
... Chearful at morn he wakes from short repofe , Breafts the keen air , and carols as he goes ; With patient angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous plough fhare to the steep ; H 2 Or Or feeks the den where fnow - tracks mark ...
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... chearful fire , and round surveys His childrens looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too fome pilgrim , thither led , With many a ...
... chearful fire , and round surveys His childrens looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too fome pilgrim , thither led , With many a ...
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Página 92 - GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind.
Página 77 - 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 28 - 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...
Página 14 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Página 35 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Página 31 - 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 : 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...
Página 36 - Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
Página 18 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Página 64 - Even liberty itself is barter'd here. At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, The needy sell it, and the rich man buys; A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves...
Página 32 - 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.