The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: With an Account of His Life and WritingsRobert Johnson, no. 2, North third st. (H. Maxwell, printer), 1803 - 148 strani |
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Stran xv
... gentle swain , in vain . But your vanity is preposterous . How will this same bard of Bedlam ring the changes in praise of Goldy ! But what has he to be either proud or vain of ? The Traveller is a flimsy poem , built upon false ...
... gentle swain , in vain . But your vanity is preposterous . How will this same bard of Bedlam ring the changes in praise of Goldy ! But what has he to be either proud or vain of ? The Traveller is a flimsy poem , built upon false ...
Stran xxiii
... gentle tyrant ; Of a genius at once sublime , lively , and Equal to every subject : In expression at once noble , Pure , and delicate . His memory will last As long as Society retains affection , Friendship is not void of honour , And ...
... gentle tyrant ; Of a genius at once sublime , lively , and Equal to every subject : In expression at once noble , Pure , and delicate . His memory will last As long as Society retains affection , Friendship is not void of honour , And ...
Stran 25
... gentle music melts on every spray ; " Creation's mildest charms are there combin'd .... Extremes are only in the master's mind ! Stern o'er each bosom Reason holds her state , With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port ...
... gentle music melts on every spray ; " Creation's mildest charms are there combin'd .... Extremes are only in the master's mind ! Stern o'er each bosom Reason holds her state , With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port ...
Stran 42
... gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom , Those calm desires that ask'd but little room , Those healthful sports that grac'd the peaceful scene , Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder ...
... gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom , Those calm desires that ask'd but little room , Those healthful sports that grac'd the peaceful scene , Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder ...
Stran 44
... gently slopes the way ; And , all his prospects bright'ning to the last , His heaven commences ere the world be past . Sweet was the sound , when oft at ev'ning's close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with ...
... gently slopes the way ; And , all his prospects bright'ning to the last , His heaven commences ere the world be past . Sweet was the sound , when oft at ev'ning's close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with ...
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Amidst ballad Bard blessings blest bliss blooms boast bosom bowers breast Burke charms cheerful climes cry'd David Garrick dear decay e'en eyes fame flies fond forlorn Freedom heart heaven Hermit hoard honour hour humble JAMES BOSWELL James Macpherson John Ridge keep a corner labour land learning lord luxury maid mansion mind mirth native nature's never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pasty patriot pity plain pleas'd pleasure Poem poet pomp poor praise pride proud rage reign Represt retributive justice Richard Burke Richard Cumberland rise round scene Scotsman shore sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling solitary sorrow soul splendour spread Stoops to Conquer stranger supply'd swain sweet SWEET AUBURN sweet oblivion thee thine thou toil tripe turn twas tyrant ven'son Vide page 74 village virtue's wealth weep Whitefoord wish'd Woodfall wretched
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Stran 118 - 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.
Stran 38 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Stran 74 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining ; Tho' 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.
Stran 51 - 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: The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Stran 56 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wished for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for her father's arms.
Stran 78 - As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line; Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings — a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.
Stran 12 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Stran 50 - To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art. Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested...
Stran 73 - Hickey's a capon, and by the same rule, Magnanimous Goldsmith a gooseberry fool. At a dinner so various, at such a repast, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? Here, waiter ! more wine, let me sit while I'm able, Till all my companions sink under the table; Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.
Stran 48 - Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...