The Poetical Works of Dr. Oliver Goldsmith: Containing His Deserted Village, Traveller, Hermit, Retaliation ... Etc. Etc., to which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorC. Downes, 1802 - 96 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... taudry finery is feen A perfon ever neatly clean ; No more prefuming on her fway , She learns good - nature every day ; Serenely gay , and ftrict in duty , Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty . A NEW SIMILE , IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT . 6.
... taudry finery is feen A perfon ever neatly clean ; No more prefuming on her fway , She learns good - nature every day ; Serenely gay , and ftrict in duty , Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty . A NEW SIMILE , IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT . 6.
Pagina 34
... fway , And fools who came to fcoff , remain'd to pray . The fervice paft , around the pious man , With ready zeal , each honeft ruftic ran ; Ev'n Children follow'd with endearing wile , And pluck'd his gown , to fhare the good man's ...
... fway , And fools who came to fcoff , remain'd to pray . The fervice paft , around the pious man , With ready zeal , each honeft ruftic ran ; Ev'n Children follow'd with endearing wile , And pluck'd his gown , to fhare the good man's ...
Pagina 37
... fway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind , Unenvied , unmolefted , unconfin❜d . But the long pomp , the midnight masquerade , With all the freaks of wanton wealth array'd , In thefe , ere triflers half their with obtain , The ...
... fway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind , Unenvied , unmolefted , unconfin❜d . But the long pomp , the midnight masquerade , With all the freaks of wanton wealth array'd , In thefe , ere triflers half their with obtain , The ...
Pagina 58
... foul ; While low delights fucceeding faft behind , In happier meannefs occupy the mind : As in those domes , where Cæfars once bore fway , Defac'd by time and tott'ring in decay , There There in the ruin , heedlefs of the dead , 58.
... foul ; While low delights fucceeding faft behind , In happier meannefs occupy the mind : As in those domes , where Cæfars once bore fway , Defac'd by time and tott'ring in decay , There There in the ruin , heedlefs of the dead , 58.
Pagina 65
... fway , Fictitious bonds , the bonds of wealth and law , Still gather strength , and force unwilling awe . Hence all obedience bows to these alone , And talent finks , and merit weeps unknown ; Till time may come , when stript of all her ...
... fway , Fictitious bonds , the bonds of wealth and law , Still gather strength , and force unwilling awe . Hence all obedience bows to these alone , And talent finks , and merit weeps unknown ; Till time may come , when stript of all her ...
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Pagina 92 - GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind.
Pagina 77 - 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 28 - 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...
Pagina 14 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Pagina 35 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Pagina 31 - 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 : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Pagina 36 - Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
Pagina 18 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Pagina 64 - Even liberty itself is barter'd here. At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, The needy sell it, and the rich man buys; A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves...
Pagina 32 - 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; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from.