The Traveller, The Deserted Village, and Other Poems ...John Sharpe, 1817 - 166 pagina's |
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Pagina 31
... thee : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a length'ning chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Blest be that spot , where cheerful ...
... thee : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a length'ning chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Blest be that spot , where cheerful ...
Pagina 76
... thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast 76 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast 76 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
Pagina 77
Oliver Goldsmith. Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast of a florid vigour not their own : At ev'ry draught more large and large they grow , A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe ; Till sapp'd their strength , and ev'ry part ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast of a florid vigour not their own : At ev'ry draught more large and large they grow , A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe ; Till sapp'd their strength , and ev'ry part ...
Pagina 78
... thee well ; Farewell ! and O ! where'er thy voice be try'd , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side , Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time ...
... thee well ; Farewell ! and O ! where'er thy voice be try'd , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side , Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time ...
Pagina 83
... , Seem length'ning as I go . " " Forbear , my son , " the hermit cries , " To tempt the dang'rous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom . " Here to the houseless child of want My door THE ...
... , Seem length'ning as I go . " " Forbear , my son , " the hermit cries , " To tempt the dang'rous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom . " Here to the houseless child of want My door THE ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Amidst ballad bards beauty Bishop of Dromore blessings blest bliss bookseller bow'rs breast brother BULKLEY Burke character charms cheerful climes David Garrick dear DESERTED VILLAGE diff'rent DRAWN BY RICHARD e'en Epilogue EPITAPH ev'n ev'ry eyes fame flies follow'd fond Garrick genius gentle heart heav'n hermit honest honour JOHN SHARPE Johnson keep a corner labour land Lishoy lord luxury mind mirth MISS CATLEY native ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once passion pasty pensive PICCADILLY pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's poor pow'r praise pride racter RICHARD WESTALL RA rise round scene shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger supply'd swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tale thee There's thine thou toil TRAVELLER turn twas venison VICAR OF WAKEFIELD wealth Whitefoord wish'd wretch
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Pagina 104 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat, To persuade Tommy Townshend* to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of -dining. Though equal to all things, for all things unfit: Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit ; For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right, to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold,...
Pagina 109 - 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...
Pagina 67 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Pagina 132 - Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran 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.
Pagina 64 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Pagina 63 - How happy he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease; Who quits a world where strong temptations try And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly.
Pagina 65 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Pagina 70 - 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...
Pagina 78 - Redress the rigours of the inclement clime; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain ; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain ; Teach him, that states of native strength...
Pagina 69 - The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...