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Yet , oh fond hope ! perchance there still remains “ One lingering friend behind ,
to bless the plains ; " 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 ...
Yet , oh fond hope ! perchance there still remains “ One lingering friend behind ,
to bless the plains ; " 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 ...
Sida 99
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 : Though fraught with all learning , yet
...
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 : Though fraught with all learning , yet
...
Sida 105
Who relish'd a joke , and rejoie'd in a pun ; Whose temper was generous , open ,
fincere ; A stranger to flatt'ry , a stranger to fear ; Who scatter'd around wit and
humour at will ; Whose daily bons mots half a column might fill : A Scotchman ...
Who relish'd a joke , and rejoie'd in a pun ; Whose temper was generous , open ,
fincere ; A stranger to flatt'ry , a stranger to fear ; Who scatter'd around wit and
humour at will ; Whose daily bons mots half a column might fill : A Scotchman ...
Sida 112
Naturc disowns , and reason fcorns thy mirth , In thy black aspect every passion
sleeps , The joy that dimples , and the woe that weeps . How haft thou fill'd the
scene with all thy brood , Of fools pursuing , and of fools pursu'd ! Whose Whose
ins ...
Naturc disowns , and reason fcorns thy mirth , In thy black aspect every passion
sleeps , The joy that dimples , and the woe that weeps . How haft thou fill'd the
scene with all thy brood , Of fools pursuing , and of fools pursu'd ! Whose Whose
ins ...
Sida 113
Whose ins and outs no ray of sense discloses , Whose only plot it is to break our
noses ; Whilst from below the trap - door Dæmons rise , And from above the
dangling deities ; And shall I mix in this unhallow'd crew ? May rofin'd lightning
blast ...
Whose ins and outs no ray of sense discloses , Whose only plot it is to break our
noses ; Whilst from below the trap - door Dæmons rise , And from above the
dangling deities ; And shall I mix in this unhallow'd crew ? May rofin'd lightning
blast ...
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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...