The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with illustr. by J. Absolon [and others.].1851 |
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... pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend : Blest be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their ...
... pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend : Blest be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their ...
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Oliver Goldsmith. Blest that abode , where want and pain repair , And every stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Blest that abode , where want and pain repair , And every stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail ...
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... pain . But let us try these truths with closer eyes , And trace them through the prospect as it lies : Here , for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast ...
... pain . But let us try these truths with closer eyes , And trace them through the prospect as it lies : Here , for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast ...
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... pains in my country excursions , for these four or five years past , to be certain of what I allege ; and that all my views and enquiries have led me to believe those miseries real , which I here attempt to display . But this is not the ...
... pains in my country excursions , for these four or five years past , to be certain of what I allege ; and that all my views and enquiries have led me to believe those miseries real , which I here attempt to display . But this is not the ...
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... Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has given my share- I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown. D2 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS . 35 35.
... Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has given my share- I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown. D2 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS . 35 35.
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Amidst ballad bards Bennet Langton bestow blessings blest bliss boast breast BULKLEY Burke CHALDEAN charms cheer CHORUS climes Coloured dear e'en Edmund Burke Epilogue epitaph eyes fame fear flies fond Garrick gilt edges groves guest HARRISON WEIR heart Heaven Hermit honour ISRAELITISH WOMAN Jack Johnson keep a corner labour land learning Lord luxury MADAME maid mind mirth MISS CATLEY never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pass'd pasty Pictures pity plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poor praise pride PROPHET.-RECITATIVE proud rage raptures reign 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 toil triumph turn Twas tyrant venison Vicar of Wakefield village Washington Irving wealth weep Whitefoord William Kenrick wretches yonder
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Sida 33 - 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...
Sida 38 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog'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.
Sida 62 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much ; Who, born for the universe, narrow' d his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Sida 92 - 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.
Sida 40 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt, for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 31 - I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm...
Sida 39 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.