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DARK as the night , which now in dunnest robe Ascends her zenith , o'er the
silent globe , Sad Melancholy wakes , awhile to tread With solemn step the
mansions of the dead : Led by her hand , o'er this yet recent shrine I sorrowing
bend ; and ...
DARK as the night , which now in dunnest robe Ascends her zenith , o'er the
silent globe , Sad Melancholy wakes , awhile to tread With solemn step the
mansions of the dead : Led by her hand , o'er this yet recent shrine I sorrowing
bend ; and ...
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Here , where encircled o'er the sloping land “ Woods rise on woods , shall
Aristotle stand ; “ Lyceum round the godlike man rejoice , “ And bow with
reverence to wisdom's voice . “ There spreading oaks shall arch the vaulted
dome ; • The ...
Here , where encircled o'er the sloping land “ Woods rise on woods , shall
Aristotle stand ; “ Lyceum round the godlike man rejoice , “ And bow with
reverence to wisdom's voice . “ There spreading oaks shall arch the vaulted
dome ; • The ...
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And say , what boots it o'er thy hallow'd dust To heap the graven pile , or laurel'd
bust ; Since by thy hands already rais'd on high , We see a fabric tow'ring to the
sky : Where hand in hand with Time , the sacred lore Shall travel on , till Nature is
...
And say , what boots it o'er thy hallow'd dust To heap the graven pile , or laurel'd
bust ; Since by thy hands already rais'd on high , We see a fabric tow'ring to the
sky : Where hand in hand with Time , the sacred lore Shall travel on , till Nature is
...
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As some lone miser visiting his store , Bends at his treasure , counts , recounts it
o'er ; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill , Yet still he sighs , for hoards are
wanting still : Thus to my breast alternate passions rise , Pleas'd with each good ...
As some lone miser visiting his store , Bends at his treasure , counts , recounts it
o'er ; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill , Yet still he sighs , for hoards are
wanting still : Thus to my breast alternate passions rise , Pleas'd with each good ...
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Some sterner virtues o'er the mountain's breast May sit , like falcons cowering on
the nest ; But all the gentler morals , such as play Through life's more cultur'd
walks , and charm the way , These , far dispers'd , on timorous pinions fly , To
sport ...
Some sterner virtues o'er the mountain's breast May sit , like falcons cowering on
the nest ; But all the gentler morals , such as play Through life's more cultur'd
walks , and charm the way , These , far dispers'd , on timorous pinions fly , To
sport ...
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Amidst appear arms Bard blessings blest bliss boast breast bring busy charms dear Doctor e'en eyes face fail fame fear fire flies fond force freedom gentle give GOLDSMITH half hand head heart honour hopes hour humble Italy keep kind kings land late learning leave lies looks lord luxury manners mind mirth native nature never night o'er once pain pass past perhaps piece plain play pleasure poem poet poor praise pride proud pursuing rich rise round scene seen share shore sigh sinks skies smiling sorrow soul spread stand steps stranger sweet tell thee thine things thou thought toil train TRAVELLER turn twas village wealth wish wretch write
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Страница 38 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Страница 74 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining ; Tho' equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient.
Страница 51 - 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: The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Страница 56 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wished 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 her father's arms.
Страница 78 - As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line; Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings — a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.
Страница 12 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Страница 50 - To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art. Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested...
Страница 73 - Hickey's a capon, and by the same rule, Magnanimous Goldsmith a gooseberry fool. At a dinner so various, at such a repast, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? Here, waiter ! more wine, let me sit while I'm able, Till all my companions sink under the table; Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.
Страница 48 - Where 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...
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| Наслов | The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: With an Account of His Life and Writings Издање 4291 књиге Early American imprints |
| Аутор | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Издавач | Robert Johnson, no. 2, North third st. (H. Maxwell, printer), 1803 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет у Мичигену |
| Дигитализовано | 22 мај 2007 |
| Дужина | 148 страница |
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