The Poetical Works of Dr. Oliver Goldsmith: Containing His Deserted Village, Traveller, Hermit, Retaliation ... Etc. Etc., to which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorC. Downes, 1802 - 96 страница |
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... once more upon the world at large , and paffed through a number of difficulties in tra- verfing the greatest part of France . At length , his curiofity being gratified , he bent his course towards England , and arrived at Dover , the ...
... once more upon the world at large , and paffed through a number of difficulties in tra- verfing the greatest part of France . At length , his curiofity being gratified , he bent his course towards England , and arrived at Dover , the ...
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... once I welcome ev'ry shame , And cancel at threescore a life of fame ; No more my titles shall my children tell , The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honour ...
... once I welcome ev'ry shame , And cancel at threescore a life of fame ; No more my titles shall my children tell , The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honour ...
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... once deliver , Say , would the angry Fair One prize The gift , who flights the giver ? A bill , a jewel , watch or toy , My rivals give and let ' em . If gems or gold , impart a joy , I'll give them - when I get ' em . I'll give - but ...
... once deliver , Say , would the angry Fair One prize The gift , who flights the giver ? A bill , a jewel , watch or toy , My rivals give and let ' em . If gems or gold , impart a joy , I'll give them - when I get ' em . I'll give - but ...
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... once deftroy'd , can never be supply'd . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When ev'ry rood of ground maintain'd its man ; For him light labour fpread her whole fome ftore , Juft gave what life requir'd , but gave no more ...
... once deftroy'd , can never be supply'd . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When ev'ry rood of ground maintain'd its man ; For him light labour fpread her whole fome ftore , Juft gave what life requir'd , but gave no more ...
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... once the cottage stood , the hawthorn Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breaft , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n me fhare- I ftill ...
... once the cottage stood , the hawthorn Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breaft , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n me fhare- I ftill ...
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Страница 92 - GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind.
Страница 77 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Страница 28 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Страница 14 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Страница 35 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Страница 31 - 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 : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Страница 36 - Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
Страница 18 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Страница 64 - Even liberty itself is barter'd here. At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, The needy sell it, and the rich man buys; A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves...
Страница 32 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from.