The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLittle, Brown, 1853 - 176 pagina's |
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Pagina xxxvii
... speak plain Eng- lish , as you cannot conveniently pay me a visit , if next summer I can contrive to be absent six weeks from London , I shall spend three of them among my friends in Ireland ; but first , believe me , my design is ...
... speak plain Eng- lish , as you cannot conveniently pay me a visit , if next summer I can contrive to be absent six weeks from London , I shall spend three of them among my friends in Ireland ; but first , believe me , my design is ...
Pagina xlvi
... speak not half my feelings ) should be considered only as a pretext to cover a request , as I have a re- quest to make . No , my dear Ned , I know you are too generous to think so ; and you know me too proud to stoop to mercenary ...
... speak not half my feelings ) should be considered only as a pretext to cover a request , as I have a re- quest to make . No , my dear Ned , I know you are too generous to think so ; and you know me too proud to stoop to mercenary ...
Pagina xlix
... speaking , and a visage that looks ill nature itself ; in short , I have brought myself into a settled melancholy , and an utter disgust of all that life brings with it . Whence this romantic turn , that all our family are possessed ...
... speaking , and a visage that looks ill nature itself ; in short , I have brought myself into a settled melancholy , and an utter disgust of all that life brings with it . Whence this romantic turn , that all our family are possessed ...
Pagina lix
... speak my own opinion , I should for sweetness and sim- plicity of style , truth of circumstance , adherence to nature , easy change of incident , bright and clear delineation of character , apart from all vio- lent exaggeration , and ...
... speak my own opinion , I should for sweetness and sim- plicity of style , truth of circumstance , adherence to nature , easy change of incident , bright and clear delineation of character , apart from all vio- lent exaggeration , and ...
Pagina lxiii
... , seems to be , speaking of the French , ' Still in extremes their passions they employ , Abject their grief , and insolent their joy . ' • demands on our imaginative faculties . It awakens associations LIFE OF GOLDSMITH . lxiii.
... , seems to be , speaking of the French , ' Still in extremes their passions they employ , Abject their grief , and insolent their joy . ' • demands on our imaginative faculties . It awakens associations LIFE OF GOLDSMITH . lxiii.
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Pagina 51 - And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ! Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ! Dear, charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so...
Pagina 25 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Pagina 40 - 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 104 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Pagina 46 - While, scourged by famine from the smiling land The mournful peasant leads his humble band ; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden, and a grave.
Pagina 65 - 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, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Pagina 45 - The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds...
Pagina 102 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In 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.
Pagina 33 - Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed: 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 endeared each scene!
Pagina 47 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash , the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue...