The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithCundall & Addey, 1851 - 134 páginas |
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... Amidst the store should thankless pride repine ? Say , should the philosophic mind disdain That good which makes each humbler bosom vain ? Let school - taught pride dissemble all it can ,. GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS . 7.
... Amidst the store should thankless pride repine ? Say , should the philosophic mind disdain That good which makes each humbler bosom vain ? Let school - taught pride dissemble all it can ,. GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS . 7.
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... amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss , to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot below , Who can direct , when all ...
... amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss , to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot below , Who can direct , when all ...
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... tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . Onward , methinks , and diligently slow , The firm connected bulwark seems to grow , Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar , Scoops. c 2 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS . 19.
... tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . Onward , methinks , and diligently slow , The firm connected bulwark seems to grow , Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar , Scoops. c 2 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS . 19.
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Oliver Goldsmith. Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar , Scoops out an empire , and usurps the shore- While the pent ocean , rising o'er the pile , Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile ; The slow canal , the yellow blossom ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar , Scoops out an empire , and usurps the shore- While the pent ocean , rising o'er the pile , Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile ; The slow canal , the yellow blossom ...
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... Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen , And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain . No more thy glassy brook reflects the day , But choked with ...
... Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen , And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain . No more thy glassy brook reflects the day , But choked with ...
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Amidst ballad bards Bennet Langton bestow blessings blest bliss boast breast BULKLEY Burke CHALDEAN charms cheerful CHORUS climes dear e'en Edmund Burke Epilogue epitaph eyes fame fear flies follow'd fond Garrick groves guest heart Heaven Hermit hoard honour ISRAELITISH WOMAN Johnson keep a corner labour land learning lord luxury maid mind mirth MISS CATLEY morn never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain pass'd pasty pity plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poor praise pride PROPHET.-RECITATIVE proud rage raptures repose Richard Burke rise round scene sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul splendour spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tear thee thine thou thought toil triumph turn Twas tyrant venison Vicar of Wakefield village Washington Irving wealth weep Whitefoord William Kenrick wish'd wretches yonder
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Página 93 - Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Página 44 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Página 32 - And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Página 40 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 31 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm...
Página 42 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Página 72 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. "For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow, Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good-will.
Página 36 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my 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.
Página 74 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Página 16 - That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Unknown to them when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Their level life is but a...