The Poetical Works, Complete, of Oliver Goldsmith ... with Some Account of His Life and Literature: To which are Prefixed Several Poetical Tributes to His Memory, by Contemportary WritersSherwood, Neely, and Jones, 1816 - 149 pagina's |
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Pagina xl
... voice attend in piteous mood , And " feel the luxury of doing good , " To what protecting bosom wilt thou fly , First - born of Jove , and best - lov'd Charity ? And thou , Simplicity , untutor'd maid , In modest garb of purest white ...
... voice attend in piteous mood , And " feel the luxury of doing good , " To what protecting bosom wilt thou fly , First - born of Jove , and best - lov'd Charity ? And thou , Simplicity , untutor'd maid , In modest garb of purest white ...
Pagina xlv
... , the bleat of brute content , And the blithe voice that " whistled as it went . " These shall no longer charm the ploughman's care , But sighs shall fill the pauses of despair . Goldsmith , adieu ! the " book - learn'd priest xlv.
... , the bleat of brute content , And the blithe voice that " whistled as it went . " These shall no longer charm the ploughman's care , But sighs shall fill the pauses of despair . Goldsmith , adieu ! the " book - learn'd priest xlv.
Pagina xlviii
... voice I hear , When late he meditated flight from care ; When , as imagination fondly hied To scenes of sweet retirement , thus he cried : " Ye splendid fabrics , palaces , and towers , " Where dissipation leads the giddy hours ...
... voice I hear , When late he meditated flight from care ; When , as imagination fondly hied To scenes of sweet retirement , thus he cried : " Ye splendid fabrics , palaces , and towers , " Where dissipation leads the giddy hours ...
Pagina l
... voice . " There , spreading oaks shall arch the vaulted dome , " The champion , there , of liberty , and Rome , " In attic eloquence shall thunder laws , " And uncorrupted senates shout applause . " Not more ecstatic visions rapt the ...
... voice . " There , spreading oaks shall arch the vaulted dome , " The champion , there , of liberty , and Rome , " In attic eloquence shall thunder laws , " And uncorrupted senates shout applause . " Not more ecstatic visions rapt the ...
Pagina 42
... gabbled o'er the pool , The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch - dog's voice that bay'd the whisp'ring wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And 42.
... gabbled o'er the pool , The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch - dog's voice that bay'd the whisp'ring wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And 42.
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Amidst Auburn ballad bard blessings blest bliss boast bosom bow'rs breast BULKLEY Burke charms cheerful climes cry'd David Garrick dear death e'en Edmund Burke Epilogue ev'ning ev'ry eyes fame farewel fire flies folly fond forlorn genius gentle heart heav'n hermit honest honour hour humble humour Inner Temple Johnson keep a corner land learning ling'ring lord lover luxury lyre maid mankind mind mirth MISS CATLEY ne'er neral never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion pasty plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet POETICAL poor pow'r praise pride R-AUSTIN reign rise round scene shade sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread Stoops to Conquer stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tear thee thine thou toil tomb train truth turn twas venison Vicar of Wakefield village virtue's virtues wealth weep Whilst Whitefoord wond'rous wretch
Populaire passages
Pagina 41 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings 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.
Pagina 24 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Pagina 89 - For here forlorn and lost I tread With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem length'ning 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.
Pagina 96 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Pagina 49 - Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Pagina 42 - 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...
Pagina 46 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Pagina 74 - 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, and cut blocks with a razor.
Pagina 45 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And...
Pagina 38 - 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 While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...