Goldsmith's The Deserted Village: The Traveller; Gray's Elegy in a Country ChurchyardGinn and Company, 1916 - 86 strani |
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Stran xiv
... turning up at Lissoy . He was taken back to college by his brother Henry , and succeeded in securing his degree of Bachelor of Arts , graduating , as he had entered , the lowest in the list . Attempts at Various Professions . For two ...
... turning up at Lissoy . He was taken back to college by his brother Henry , and succeeded in securing his degree of Bachelor of Arts , graduating , as he had entered , the lowest in the list . Attempts at Various Professions . For two ...
Stran xv
... turn up again at Lissoy with empty pockets . The legal profession was next determined upon , and Gold- smith was provided by his uncle with fifty pounds to take him to Dublin or London to study law . This money he lost on the way at ...
... turn up again at Lissoy with empty pockets . The legal profession was next determined upon , and Gold- smith was provided by his uncle with fifty pounds to take him to Dublin or London to study law . This money he lost on the way at ...
Stran 1
... 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 surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ...
... 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 surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ...
Stran 3
... turns the past to pain . ― - In all my wanderings 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 ...
... turns the past to pain . ― - In all my wanderings 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 ...
Stran 6
... turns dismayed , 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 . At church , with meek and ...
... turns dismayed , 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 . At church , with meek and ...
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Amidst Auburn bittern blank verse blest bliss boast Boswell breast brother Carinthia Chapter charms cheerful church classical climes COUNTRY CHURCHYARD couplet death dedicated Deserted Village edition read eighteenth century Elegy England English epithet Essays Eton Eton College fame father Goldsmith's day Gray Gray's happiness heart heroic couplet History human humble iambic pentameter Italy Johnson joys kings land Letter lines Lissoy literary lived London Lord LOUISE POUND luxury Macaulay manner mansion Milton mind mother o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain Pambamarca participle passage perhaps pleasing pleasure poet poet's poetical poetry pomp poor Pope pounds praise pride prose published readers reign rhyme rich round Samuel Johnson scene Selections smiling soul stanza Stoke Stoke Poges swain sweet taught Thomas Gray thou toil Tornea Traveller verse Vicar of Wakefield wandering wealth Wendell Phillips Garrison wish word writing written wrote
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Stran 47 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Stran 13 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Stran 7 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too...
Stran 5 - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school , The watchdog'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.
Stran 7 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Stran xviii - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated.
Stran 46 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Stran 19 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...
Stran 9 - 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; The host himself no longer shall be found Careful to see the mantling bliss go round; Nor the coy maid, half willing to be prest, Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest.
Stran 44 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.