The Beauties of English Poesy, Том 2Oliver Goldsmith William Griffin, 1767 - 12 страница |
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... heart , who ne'er , before , Agreed - Yet now , with one confent , adore ! One conteft yet remains in this defire , Who most shall give applause , where all admire . 23 THE THE POET AND HIS PATRON . Mr. More was a ENGLISH POESY .
... heart , who ne'er , before , Agreed - Yet now , with one confent , adore ! One conteft yet remains in this defire , Who most shall give applause , where all admire . 23 THE THE POET AND HIS PATRON . Mr. More was a ENGLISH POESY .
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... shall fan the fire . In garret high ( as ftories fay ) A Poet fung his tuneful lay ; So foft , so smooth his verfe , you'd swear Apollo and the mufes there ; Thro ' Thro ' all the town his praifes rung , His 26 THE BEAUTIES OF.
... shall fan the fire . In garret high ( as ftories fay ) A Poet fung his tuneful lay ; So foft , so smooth his verfe , you'd swear Apollo and the mufes there ; Thro ' Thro ' all the town his praifes rung , His 26 THE BEAUTIES OF.
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... Thou trait'ress vile ! for this thy blood Shall glut my rage , and dye the wood ! So faying , on the lamb he flies ; Beneath his jaws the victim dies . THE THE FEMALE SEDUCERS . IS faid of widow , maid 32 THE BEAUTIES OF.
... Thou trait'ress vile ! for this thy blood Shall glut my rage , and dye the wood ! So faying , on the lamb he flies ; Beneath his jaws the victim dies . THE THE FEMALE SEDUCERS . IS faid of widow , maid 32 THE BEAUTIES OF.
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... Shall Virtue's flame no more return ? No more with virgin fplendor burn ? . No more the ravag'd garden blow With Spring's fucceeding bloffom ? -No .. Pity may mourn , but not restore ; And woman falls , to rife no more . Within this ...
... Shall Virtue's flame no more return ? No more with virgin fplendor burn ? . No more the ravag'd garden blow With Spring's fucceeding bloffom ? -No .. Pity may mourn , but not restore ; And woman falls , to rife no more . Within this ...
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Oliver Goldsmith. Soon this elemental mafs , Soon th ' incumb'ring world shall pass , Form be wrapt in wafting fire , Time be spent , and life expire . Then , ye boafted works of men , Where is your affylum then ? Sons of Pleasure , fons ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Soon this elemental mafs , Soon th ' incumb'ring world shall pass , Form be wrapt in wafting fire , Time be spent , and life expire . Then , ye boafted works of men , Where is your affylum then ? Sons of Pleasure , fons ...
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Страница 109 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Страница 97 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
Страница 132 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n.
Страница 108 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Страница 108 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Страница 146 - I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown ; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Страница 238 - To master John the English maid A hornbook gives of gingerbread; And, that the child may learn the better, As he can name, he eats the letter.
Страница 129 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Страница 80 - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven...
Страница 133 - Through nature's wreck, through vanquisht agonies, (Like the stars struggling through this midnight gloom) What gleams of joy ? what more than human peace ? Where, the frail mortal ? the poor abject worm ? No, not in death, the Mortal to be found. His conduct is a legacy for All. Richer than Mammon's for his single heir. His comforters he comforts ; Great in ruin, With unreluctant grandeur, gives, not yields His soul sublime ; and closes with his fate.