The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith ...: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Author's LifeB. Johnson, 1813 - 107 sidor |
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... virtue and sim- plicity , or a balm for the wounded soul of the comfortless ! Hence the lovers of human excel- lence have been sedulous in establishing our wri- ter's reputation on the basis of immortality . Goldsmith's biographers have ...
... virtue and sim- plicity , or a balm for the wounded soul of the comfortless ! Hence the lovers of human excel- lence have been sedulous in establishing our wri- ter's reputation on the basis of immortality . Goldsmith's biographers have ...
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... virtue's friend ; Sinks to the grave with unperceiv'd decay , While resignation gently slopes the way ; And , all his prospects bright'ning to the last , His heaven commences ere the world be past . Sweet was the sound , when oft at ev ...
... virtue's friend ; Sinks to the grave with unperceiv'd decay , While resignation gently slopes the way ; And , all his prospects bright'ning to the last , His heaven commences ere the world be past . Sweet was the sound , when oft at ev ...
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... 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 fledg'd offspring to the skies ; He tried each art , reprov'd each ...
... 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 fledg'd offspring to the skies ; He tried each art , reprov'd each ...
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... virtue fled , Near her betrayer's door she lays her head , And pinch'd with cold , and shrinking from the shower , With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour , When idly first , ambitious of the town , She left her wheel and robes of ...
... virtue fled , Near her betrayer's door she lays her head , And pinch'd with cold , and shrinking from the shower , With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour , When idly first , ambitious of the town , She left her wheel and robes of ...
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... for himself , in conscious virtue brave , He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave : His lovely daughter , lovelier in her tears , The fond companion of his helpless years , Silent went next , neglectful of her charms , And 34.
... for himself , in conscious virtue brave , He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave : His lovely daughter , lovelier in her tears , The fond companion of his helpless years , Silent went next , neglectful of her charms , And 34.
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Amidst ballad bards blank verse blessings blest bliss boast bowers breast bridal night brother Burke charms cheerful climes cry'd David Garrick dear decay Doctor e'en Edmund Burke eyes fame fault feast fire fled flies folly fond forlorn Garrick gentle gentleman give guest heart Heaven hermit Hoards honest honour hour humble humour keep a corner kind labour land learning lord lovers luxury mind mirth ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion pasty patriot plac'd plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet pomp poor praise pride proud raptures reign Richard Burke rise round shew'd shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul spread Stoops to Conquer stranger supply'd swain sweet SWEET Auburn talk'd thee thine things thou toil Trinity College tripe turn Twas venison wealth weep wept Whitefoord wish'd wretch
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Sida 23 - 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 26 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned 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 41 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Sida 46 - 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...
Sida 21 - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, — These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These, round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms, — but all these charms are fled!
Sida 94 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
Sida 22 - His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. But times are alter'd ; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain ; Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth, and cumbrous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride.
Sida 42 - 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.
Sida 44 - That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground ; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Sida 25 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.