The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: Now First Collected. With an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. In two volumes..H. Goldney, 1780 |
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... DEATH . li Yes , these furvive to time's remotest day ; While drops the buft , and boaftful tombs decay , Reader , if number'd in the Muse's train , Go , tune the lyre , and imitate his strain ; But , if no poet thou , reverse the plan ...
... DEATH . li Yes , these furvive to time's remotest day ; While drops the buft , and boaftful tombs decay , Reader , if number'd in the Muse's train , Go , tune the lyre , and imitate his strain ; But , if no poet thou , reverse the plan ...
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... DEATH OF EMINENT ENGLISH POETS . THE TEARS OF GENIUS . THE village - bell tolls out the note of death , And through the echoing air , the length'ning found , With dreadful paufe , reverberating deep ; Spreads the fad tidings , o'er fair ...
... DEATH OF EMINENT ENGLISH POETS . THE TEARS OF GENIUS . THE village - bell tolls out the note of death , And through the echoing air , the length'ning found , With dreadful paufe , reverberating deep ; Spreads the fad tidings , o'er fair ...
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... Death alone a learned prize ? Falls his fhafts only on the wife ? Can no fit marks on earth be found , From useless thousands fwarming round ? d 3 What What crowding cyphers cram the land ! What hofts of OF GENIUS . liii.
... Death alone a learned prize ? Falls his fhafts only on the wife ? Can no fit marks on earth be found , From useless thousands fwarming round ? d 3 What What crowding cyphers cram the land ! What hofts of OF GENIUS . liii.
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... DEATH OF DR . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . DARK as the night , which now in dunnest robe , Afcends her zenith , o'er the filent globe ; Sad melancholy wakes , awhile to tread , With folemn step , the mansions of the dead : Led by her hand , o'er ...
... DEATH OF DR . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . DARK as the night , which now in dunnest robe , Afcends her zenith , o'er the filent globe ; Sad melancholy wakes , awhile to tread , With folemn step , the mansions of the dead : Led by her hand , o'er ...
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... fcornfully deride ' " The fwain , whofe humble pipe is all his pride . " There will I fly to feek that soft repose , Which folitude contemplative beftows : . Yet , " Yet , oh fond hope ! perchance there still lviii ON THE DEATH OF.
... fcornfully deride ' " The fwain , whofe humble pipe is all his pride . " There will I fly to feek that soft repose , Which folitude contemplative beftows : . Yet , " Yet , oh fond hope ! perchance there still lviii ON THE DEATH OF.
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