The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with the life of the author, embellished with vignettes by T. Bewick1794 |
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... short repose , Breathes the keen air , and carols as he goes ; With patient angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous ploughfhare to the steep ; Or feeks the den where fnow - tracks mark the way , And drags the ftruggling ...
... short repose , Breathes the keen air , and carols as he goes ; With patient angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous ploughfhare to the steep ; Or feeks the den where fnow - tracks mark the way , And drags the ftruggling ...
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... short , ' twas his fate , unemploy'd , or in place , sir , To eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honeft William ( p ) , whose heart was a mint , While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil ...
... short , ' twas his fate , unemploy'd , or in place , sir , To eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honeft William ( p ) , whose heart was a mint , While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil ...
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... short , It cannot hold you long . In Iflington there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That ftill a godly race he ran- Whene'er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart he had , To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day ...
... short , It cannot hold you long . In Iflington there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That ftill a godly race he ran- Whene'er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart he had , To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day ...
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... short all ; The doctors found , when he was dead- Her laft diforder mortal . Let us lament , in forrow fore , For Kent - street well may fay , That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more- She had not dy'd to - day . STANZAS . ON A BEAUTIFUL ...
... short all ; The doctors found , when he was dead- Her laft diforder mortal . Let us lament , in forrow fore , For Kent - street well may fay , That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more- She had not dy'd to - day . STANZAS . ON A BEAUTIFUL ...
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