Goldsmith's The Traveller, and The Deserted Village: Gray's Elegy and Other PoemsLongmans, Green, 1919 - 80 страница |
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... share . Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield , Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil ...
... share . Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield , Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil ...
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... the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway , That , hush'd in grim repose , expects his evening prey . II . 3 . " Fill high the sparkling bowl , The rich repast prepare , 75 Reft of a crown , he yet may share the 20 THE BARD.
... the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway , That , hush'd in grim repose , expects his evening prey . II . 3 . " Fill high the sparkling bowl , The rich repast prepare , 75 Reft of a crown , he yet may share the 20 THE BARD.
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... share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest . Heard ye the din of battle bray , Lance to lance , and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course ...
... share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest . Heard ye the din of battle bray , Lance to lance , and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course ...
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... 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 ; 60 65 70 75 80 85 I still had hopes - for pride ...
... 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 ; 60 65 70 75 80 85 I still had hopes - for pride ...
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... share the good man's smile . His ready smile a parent's warmth exprest , 185 Their welfare pleas'd him , and their cares distrest ; To them his heart , his love , his griefs , were given , But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven ...
... share the good man's smile . His ready smile a parent's warmth exprest , 185 Their welfare pleas'd him , and their cares distrest ; To them his heart , his love , his griefs , were given , But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven ...
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alike Amidst bards beneath blest bliss born bosom bowers breast breath Burke Cambria's charms cheerful CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE-Continued GRAY climes COLLEGE CONTEMPORARY LITERARY HISTORY crown dear death Deserted Village died Edward English Eton ETON COLLEGE eyes fame fate FAVOURITE CAT fire flies fond Frances Burney gale Gayley's Classic Myths GRAY AND GOLDSMITH Gray's Elegy happiness heart Horace Walpole Johnson King King Arthur L'Allegro labour land lawn lines Lord of War luxury lyre mansion Meaning Milton mind mirth night Note o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain PINDARIC ODE pleas'd pleasure poem poet Poetry pomp poor praise pride proud reign Reynolds Richard round scatter'd shade skies smiling sorrow soul stanza Stoke Stoops to Conquer swain Sweet Auburn Taliessin thee thine thou toil Traveller Tristram Shandy tyrant vale Vicar of Wakefield virtues voice Walpole wealth Welsh wish'd yonder ΙΟ
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