The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLittle, Brown, 1853 - 176 strani |
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... Song , intended to have been sung in the Comedy of ' She Stanzas on the Taking of Quebec . Epitaph on Dr. Parnell • Epitaph on Edward Purdon An Elegy on the Glory of her Sex , Mrs. Mary Blaize A Sonnet · Song , from the Oratorio of the ...
... Song , intended to have been sung in the Comedy of ' She Stanzas on the Taking of Quebec . Epitaph on Dr. Parnell • Epitaph on Edward Purdon An Elegy on the Glory of her Sex , Mrs. Mary Blaize A Sonnet · Song , from the Oratorio of the ...
Stran vi
... Song : 0 Memory ! thou fond deceiver ' A Prologue written and spoken by the Poet Laberius Prologue to Zobeide • Epilogue spoken by Mr. Lee Lewes , in the Character of Harlequin at his Benefit · Epilogue to the Comedy of The Sisters ...
... Song : 0 Memory ! thou fond deceiver ' A Prologue written and spoken by the Poet Laberius Prologue to Zobeide • Epilogue spoken by Mr. Lee Lewes , in the Character of Harlequin at his Benefit · Epilogue to the Comedy of The Sisters ...
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... song , with the humour which characterizes his country , and is said to have written poems , of which no specimen is preserved . Before he left Edinburgh , he had acquired the friendship of Mr. L. Maclean and Dr. Sleigh , who rescued ...
... song , with the humour which characterizes his country , and is said to have written poems , of which no specimen is preserved . Before he left Edinburgh , he had acquired the friendship of Mr. L. Maclean and Dr. Sleigh , who rescued ...
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... song ; the viva- city supported by some humble cousin , who has just folly enough to earn his dinner . Then per- haps there is more wit and learning among the Irish ? Oh ! Lord ! no ! There has been more money spent in the encouragement ...
... song ; the viva- city supported by some humble cousin , who has just folly enough to earn his dinner . Then per- haps there is more wit and learning among the Irish ? Oh ! Lord ! no ! There has been more money spent in the encouragement ...
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... song its true relish . These united improve each other , and raise the mind to a state of the highest , yet most harmless , exultation . Nothing can in this situation of mind be more pleasing than to see the lark war- bling on the wing ...
... song its true relish . These united improve each other , and raise the mind to a state of the highest , yet most harmless , exultation . Nothing can in this situation of mind be more pleasing than to see the lark war- bling on the wing ...
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Æsop appeared BALLYMAHON beauty Bennet Langton bestow blest bliss booksellers Boswell breast brother BULKLEY Burke called character charms comedy Cradock David Garrick DEAR SIR death Deserted Village Doctor Dublin e'en Edmund Burke Elphin Epilogue epitaph eyes fame favour fond fortune Garrick gave genius gentleman give Gold happiness heart History honour humour Ireland Johnson kind labour lady laugh learning letter Lishoy literary live Lord manner merit mind MISS CATLEY nature never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion play pleas'd pleasure poem poet Poet's poor Goldsmith praise pride Prologue PROPHET Sir Joshua Reynolds smiling song Stoops to Conquer stranger supposed sure talents talk Temple thee thing thou thought tion told Traveller truth turn Twas Vicar of Wakefield VIRG Westminster Abbey Whitefoord wretch write written wrote
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Stran 25 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Stran 34 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Stran 37 - 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 taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Stran 79 - Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Stran 36 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more : His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Stran 37 - 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 the gate...
Stran 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.
Stran 40 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride. And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
Stran 25 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests, and through dangerous ways, [23] Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss...
Stran 82 - Alas! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. " And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?