Poems. Dramas. Criticism relating to poetry and the belles-lettresJohn Murray, 1837 |
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... look back at what he then said , and observe how perfectly all judges of poetry have concurred in his opinion : - " The author has , in an elegant dedication to his brother , a country clergyman , given the design of his poem . Without ...
... look back at what he then said , and observe how perfectly all judges of poetry have concurred in his opinion : - " The author has , in an elegant dedication to his brother , a country clergyman , given the design of his poem . Without ...
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... Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; Lakes , forests , cities , plains , extending wide , ( 2 ) The pomp of kings , the shepherd's humbler pride . When thus Creation's charms around combine , Amidst the store , should ...
... Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; Lakes , forests , cities , plains , extending wide , ( 2 ) The pomp of kings , the shepherd's humbler pride . When thus Creation's charms around combine , Amidst the store , should ...
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... looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too some pilgrim , thither led , With many a tale repays the nightly bed . Thus every good his ...
... looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too some pilgrim , thither led , With many a tale repays the nightly bed . Thus every good his ...
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... First edit . ] ( 4 ) Dr. Johnson said of Goldsmith's Traveller , ' which had been pub- lished in my absence , there had not been so fine a poem since Pope's Casts a long look where England's glories shine , And THE TRAVELLER . 29.
... First edit . ] ( 4 ) Dr. Johnson said of Goldsmith's Traveller , ' which had been pub- lished in my absence , there had not been so fine a poem since Pope's Casts a long look where England's glories shine , And THE TRAVELLER . 29.
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Oliver Goldsmith. Casts a long look where England's glories shine , And bids his bosom sympathise with mine . Vain , very vain , my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind : Why have I stray'd from pleasure and ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Casts a long look where England's glories shine , And bids his bosom sympathise with mine . Vain , very vain , my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind : Why have I stray'd from pleasure and ...
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Poems. Dramas. Criticism relating to poetry and the belles-lettres Oliver Goldsmith Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1837 |
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Sida 16 - But where to find that happiest spot below Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked Negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country,...
Sida 57 - 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. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Sida 54 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Sida vii - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
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 - The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned. Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Sida 60 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Sida 59 - 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...
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 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...