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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... my titles shall my children tell , The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honour ends . THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION . A TALE . SECLUDED from domestic 2.
... my titles shall my children tell , The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honour ends . THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION . A TALE . SECLUDED from domestic 2.
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... tell , With this he drives mens fouls to hell . Now to apply , begin we then ; His wand's a modern author's pen ; The ferpents round about it twin'd , Denote him of the reptile kind ; Denote the rage with which he writes , His frothy ...
... tell , With this he drives mens fouls to hell . Now to apply , begin we then ; His wand's a modern author's pen ; The ferpents round about it twin'd , Denote him of the reptile kind ; Denote the rage with which he writes , His frothy ...
Pagina 31
... tell of all I felt , and all I faw ; And , as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place from whence at first she flew , I ftill had hopes my long vexations past , Here to return — and die at home at last . O bleft ...
... tell of all I felt , and all I faw ; And , as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place from whence at first she flew , I ftill had hopes my long vexations past , Here to return — and die at home at last . O bleft ...
Pagina 51
... tell , nor am I folicitous to know . My aims are right . Without efpoufing the cause of any party , I have attempted to moderate the rage of all . I have endeavoured to fhew , that there ' may be equal happiness in states that are ...
... tell , nor am I folicitous to know . My aims are right . Without efpoufing the cause of any party , I have attempted to moderate the rage of all . I have endeavoured to fhew , that there ' may be equal happiness in states that are ...
Pagina 71
... tell what I think of the dead . Here lies the good ( 3 ) Dean , reunited to earth , Who mixt reafon with pleasure , and wisdom with mirth : If he had any faults , he has left us in doubt , At least , in fix weeks , I could not find ' em ...
... tell what I think of the dead . Here lies the good ( 3 ) Dean , reunited to earth , Who mixt reafon with pleasure , and wisdom with mirth : If he had any faults , he has left us in doubt , At least , in fix weeks , I could not find ' em ...
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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.