The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithCundall & Addey, 1851 - 134 strani |
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Stran 48
... perhaps , in village plenty bless'd , Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd— Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all - her friends , her virtue fled , Near her ...
... perhaps , in village plenty bless'd , Has wept at tales of innocence distress'd— Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all - her friends , her virtue fled , Near her ...
Stran 59
... very slightly of all that's your own : So , perhaps , in your habits of thinking amiss , You may make a mistake , and think slightly of this . RETALIATION . А РОЕМ . DR . GOLDSMITH and some GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS . 59.
... very slightly of all that's your own : So , perhaps , in your habits of thinking amiss , You may make a mistake , and think slightly of this . RETALIATION . А РОЕМ . DR . GOLDSMITH and some GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS . 59.
Stran 67
... Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser : I answer , no , no - for he always was wiser : Too courteous , perhaps , or obligingly flat ? His very worst foe can't accuse him of that : Perhaps he confided in men as they go , And so was ...
... Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser : I answer , no , no - for he always was wiser : Too courteous , perhaps , or obligingly flat ? His very worst foe can't accuse him of that : Perhaps he confided in men as they go , And so was ...
Stran 68
... perhaps to the summit of science could soar , Yet content ' if the table he set in a roar ; ' * Mr. Caleb Whitefoord , author of many humourous essays . ↑ Mr. W. was so notorious a punster , that Doctor Goldsmith used to say it was ...
... perhaps to the summit of science could soar , Yet content ' if the table he set in a roar ; ' * Mr. Caleb Whitefoord , author of many humourous essays . ↑ Mr. W. was so notorious a punster , that Doctor Goldsmith used to say it was ...
Stran 106
... Perhaps , to vulgar eyes bestrides the state ; Yet , when he deigns his real shape t'assume , He turns old woman , and bestrides a broom . Yon patriot , too , who presses on your sight , And seems , to every gazer , all in white ...
... Perhaps , to vulgar eyes bestrides the state ; Yet , when he deigns his real shape t'assume , He turns old woman , and bestrides a broom . Yon patriot , too , who presses on your sight , And seems , to every gazer , all in white ...
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Amidst ballad bards Bennet Langton bestow blessings blest bliss boast breast BULKLEY Burke CHALDEAN charms cheerful CHORUS climes dear e'en Edmund Burke Epilogue epitaph eyes fame fear flies follow'd fond Garrick groves guest heart Heaven Hermit hoard honour ISRAELITISH WOMAN Johnson keep a corner labour land learning lord luxury maid mind mirth MISS CATLEY morn never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain pass'd pasty pity plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poor praise pride PROPHET.-RECITATIVE proud rage raptures repose Richard Burke rise round scene sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul splendour spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tear thee thine thou thought toil triumph turn Twas tyrant venison Vicar of Wakefield village Washington Irving wealth weep Whitefoord William Kenrick wish'd wretches yonder
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Stran 93 - 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. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Stran 44 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Stran 32 - And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; 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 titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Stran 40 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Stran 31 - 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 endear'd each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm...
Stran 42 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Stran 72 - 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. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And, though my portion is but scant, I give it with good-will.
Stran 36 - 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 74 - 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?
Stran 16 - That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Unknown to them when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Their level life is but a...