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... Some hermit of the dale , inshrined in ease , Long lost companion of my
youthful days ; “ With whose sweet converse in his social bower , 6 I oft may chide
away some vacant hour ; “ To whose pure sympathy , I may impart " Each larent
grief ...
... Some hermit of the dale , inshrined in ease , Long lost companion of my
youthful days ; “ With whose sweet converse in his social bower , 6 I oft may chide
away some vacant hour ; “ To whose pure sympathy , I may impart " Each larent
grief ...
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Thus , spoke the bard : but not one friendly power , With nod affentive crown'd the
parting hour ; No eastern meteor glar'd beneath the sky , No dextral omen ;
Nature heav'd a figh Prophetic of the dire impending blow , The presage of her
loss ...
Thus , spoke the bard : but not one friendly power , With nod affentive crown'd the
parting hour ; No eastern meteor glar'd beneath the sky , No dextral omen ;
Nature heav'd a figh Prophetic of the dire impending blow , The presage of her
loss ...
Sida 49
... swelling heart ; Till half a patriot , half a coward grown , I fly from petty tyrants to
the throne . VOL , Yes , , I , Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour THE
TRA VELL E R. 49.
... swelling heart ; Till half a patriot , half a coward grown , I fly from petty tyrants to
the throne . VOL , Yes , , I , Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour THE
TRA VELL E R. 49.
Sida 50
Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour , When first ambition struck at regal
power ; And thus polluting honour in it's fource , Gave wealth to sway the mind
with double force , Have we not seen , round Britain's peopled hore , Her useful ...
Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour , When first ambition struck at regal
power ; And thus polluting honour in it's fource , Gave wealth to sway the mind
with double force , Have we not seen , round Britain's peopled hore , Her useful ...
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... pang that folly pays to pride . These gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom ,
Those calm desires that ask'd but little room , Those healthful sports that ... mirth
and manners are no more . Sweet 1 Sweet AUBURN ! parent of the blissful hour ,
... pang that folly pays to pride . These gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom ,
Those calm desires that ask'd but little room , Those healthful sports that ... mirth
and manners are no more . Sweet 1 Sweet AUBURN ! parent of the blissful hour ,
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The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B. Oliver Goldsmith Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1791 |
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Sida 51 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Sida 68 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Sida 61 - 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 destroyed, can never be supplied.
Sida 59 - 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 66 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, 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...
Sida 104 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Sida 42 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed ; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loathe his vegetable meal : But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil.
Sida 67 - Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired.
Sida 66 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Sida 63 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...