The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: Poems. Dramas. Criticism relating to poetry and the belles-lettersJohn Murray, Albemarle Street, 1837 |
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... affection calls them— " And again- ' Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease , Seats of my youth when every sport could please , How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green ! ' ' How often have I paused on every charm ! ' " Personal ...
... affection calls them— " And again- ' Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease , Seats of my youth when every sport could please , How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green ! ' ' How often have I paused on every charm ! ' " Personal ...
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... affections . The only dedication I ever made was to my brother , because I loved him better than most other men . He is since dead . Permit me to inscribe this Poem to you . How far you may be pleased with the versification and mere ...
... affections . The only dedication I ever made was to my brother , because I loved him better than most other men . He is since dead . Permit me to inscribe this Poem to you . How far you may be pleased with the versification and mere ...
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... affections to humble things without a vulgar association ; and he inspires us with a fondness to trace the simplest recollections of Auburn , till we count the furniture of its ale - house , and listen to the varnished clock that ...
... affections to humble things without a vulgar association ; and he inspires us with a fondness to trace the simplest recollections of Auburn , till we count the furniture of its ale - house , and listen to the varnished clock that ...
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... affection to me ; or how can I be proud of a place in a heart , where every sharper and coxcomb find an easy entrance ? JARV . I grant you that he is rather too good - natured ; that he's too much every man's man ; that he laughs this ...
... affection to me ; or how can I be proud of a place in a heart , where every sharper and coxcomb find an easy entrance ? JARV . I grant you that he is rather too good - natured ; that he's too much every man's man ; that he laughs this ...
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... affections are fixed upon Mr. Honeywood . OLIVIA . Mr. Honeywood ! You'll excuse my apprehen- sions ; but when your merits come to be put in the balance -—- LEON . You view them with too much partiality . How- ever , by making this ...
... affections are fixed upon Mr. Honeywood . OLIVIA . Mr. Honeywood ! You'll excuse my apprehen- sions ; but when your merits come to be put in the balance -—- LEON . You view them with too much partiality . How- ever , by making this ...
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beauty breast charms CHIG Cicero Critical Croaker dear Ecod edit Enter Epigoni Exeunt Exit eyes favour fear fortune friendship GARNET genius gentleman give Goldsmith hand happiness HAST hear heart Heaven HONEY Honeywood honour hope Hudibras imitation JARV JARVIS lady language learning LEON Leontine letter LOFTY look Lord Madam Mandane manner MARL Marlow merit MIC UNIV mighty hand mind Miss HARD Miss Hardcastle Miss NEV Miss Neville Miss RICH Miss Richland modest nature never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH OLIVIA Ovid pain passion perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise reader scene Scythian seems sentiments SERVANT shew Sir CHAS soul SOUR spirit STOOPS TO CONQUER sublime sure taste tell thee there's thing thou thought TONY translation UNIV UNIV verses virtue write Zamti Zounds
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Sida 55 - And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain : No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But choked with sedges works its weedy way ; Along thy glades a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall ; And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away thy children leave the land.
Sida 101 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though 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. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
Sida 61 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Sida 127 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Sida 58 - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But. all the bloomy flush of life is fled.
Sida 55 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied...
Sida 62 - For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still ; While words of learned length, and thundering sound. Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Sida 27 - Yet think not, thus when Freedom's ills I state, I mean to flatter kings, or court the great; Ye powers of truth that bid my soul aspire, Far from my bosom drive the low desire; And...
Sida 60 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side; 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.
Sida 58 - 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...