The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with illustr. by J. Absolon [and others.].1851 |
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... Look downward where a hundred realms appear- Lakes , forests , cities , plains extending wide , The pomp of kings , the shepherd's humbler pride . When thus creation's charms around combine , Amidst the store should thankless pride ...
... Look downward where a hundred realms appear- Lakes , forests , cities , plains extending wide , The pomp of kings , the shepherd's humbler pride . When thus creation's charms around combine , Amidst the store should thankless pride ...
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... looks , that brighten at the blaze- While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : Thus ev'ry good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot. And haply too some pilgrim , thither led ...
... looks , that brighten at the blaze- While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : Thus ev'ry good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot. And haply too some pilgrim , thither led ...
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... look where England's glories shine , And bids his bosom sympathize with mine . Vain , very vain , my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind . Why have I stray'd from pleasure and repose , To seek a good each ...
... look where England's glories shine , And bids his bosom sympathize with mine . Vain , very vain , my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind . Why have I stray'd from pleasure and repose , To seek a good each ...
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... looks of love , The matron's glance that would those looks reprove . These were thy charms , sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet succession , taught even toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed ...
... looks of love , The matron's glance that would those looks reprove . These were thy charms , sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet succession , taught even toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed ...
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... Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy 34 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
... Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy 34 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
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agree appear beauty bestow blessings bliss boast breast bring BULKLEY Burke busy called charms dear died display Epilogue eyes face fail fair fall fame fear fields fire flies give Goldsmith grow half hand happiness head heart Heaven hold honour hope hour Italy keep kind land learning leave lies looks Lord lost luxury mind MISS CATLEY morning nature never night o'er Oliver once pain party perhaps Pictures pity plain pleasure poet poor praise pride PRIEST PROPHET proud raptures rise round scene SECOND seen sinks skies smiling sons sorrow soul spread supplies sure sweet tear thee things thou thought toil train turn Twas village voice wealth wish wretches write
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Страница 33 - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Страница 38 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Страница 62 - 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.
Страница 92 - 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.
Страница 40 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt, for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries 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.
Страница 44 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: 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...
Страница 40 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Страница 36 - 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.
Страница 31 - I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm...
Страница 39 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.