Retaliation: a poem. To which is added, some account of the life of the author, Том 11774 |
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... hours after , to one of his friends , who obferved it was a very great fum for fo fhort a perform- ance . In truth , replied Goldfmith , I think fo too , it is much more than the honeft man can afford , or the piece is worth , I have ...
... hours after , to one of his friends , who obferved it was a very great fum for fo fhort a perform- ance . In truth , replied Goldfmith , I think fo too , it is much more than the honeft man can afford , or the piece is worth , I have ...
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... hour of his existence . He had been for fome years afflicted , at different times , with a violent frangury , which contributed not a little to imbitter the latter part of his life ; and which , united with the vexations he suf- fered ...
... hour of his existence . He had been for fome years afflicted , at different times , with a violent frangury , which contributed not a little to imbitter the latter part of his life ; and which , united with the vexations he suf- fered ...
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... hours that plenty bade to bloom , Thofe calm defires that afked but little room , Those healthful sports that graced ... hour , Thy glades forlorn confefs the tyrant's power . Here as I take my folitary rounds , Amidft thy tangling walks ...
... hours that plenty bade to bloom , Thofe calm defires that afked but little room , Those healthful sports that graced ... hour , Thy glades forlorn confefs the tyrant's power . Here as I take my folitary rounds , Amidft thy tangling walks ...
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... 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 wafting by repose . I still had hopes , for pride attends us still , Amidft the Swains to fhew thy book ...
... 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 wafting by repose . I still had hopes , for pride attends us still , Amidft the Swains to fhew thy book ...
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... hour ; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize , More fkill to raise the wretched than to rise . His house was known to all the vagrant train , He chid their wanderings , but relieved their pain ; The long remembered beggar was ...
... hour ; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize , More fkill to raise the wretched than to rise . His house was known to all the vagrant train , He chid their wanderings , but relieved their pain ; The long remembered beggar was ...
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Страница 18 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Страница 2 - 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 9 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Страница 10 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
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Страница 11 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Страница 4 - Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
Страница 5 - Lived in each look, and brightened all the green, These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more. Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power.
Страница 14 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...