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Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste , Like flaring tapers , brightning as
they waste ; Seen opulence , her grandeur to maintain , Lead stern depopulation
in her train , And over fields where scatter ' d hamlets rose , In barren solitary
pomp ...
Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste , Like flaring tapers , brightning as
they waste ; Seen opulence , her grandeur to maintain , Lead stern depopulation
in her train , And over fields where scatter ' d hamlets rose , In barren solitary
pomp ...
Sida 30
... only left of all the harmless train , The sad historian of the pensive plain . ' Near
yonder copse , where once a garden smil ' d , And still where many a garden -
flower grows wild ; There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The
village ...
... only left of all the harmless train , The sad historian of the pensive plain . ' Near
yonder copse , where once a garden smil ' d , And still where many a garden -
flower grows wild ; There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The
village ...
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... amid the gorgeous train ; Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square ,
The rattling chariots clash , the torches glare . Sure scenes like these no trouble e
' er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts !
... amid the gorgeous train ; Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square ,
The rattling chariots clash , the torches glare . Sure scenes like these no trouble e
' er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts !
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For , lo , what monsters in thy train appear ? " Danger , whose s of giant mould
What mortal eye can fix ' d behold ? Who stalks his round , an hideous form !
Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some
loose ...
For , lo , what monsters in thy train appear ? " Danger , whose s of giant mould
What mortal eye can fix ' d behold ? Who stalks his round , an hideous form !
Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some
loose ...
Sida 8
Where rushy Camus ' slowly - winding food Perpetual draws his humid train of
mud : Glad I revisit thy neglected reign : Oh , take me to thy peaceful shade again
. But chiefly thee , whose influence breath ' d from high , Augments the native ...
Where rushy Camus ' slowly - winding food Perpetual draws his humid train of
mud : Glad I revisit thy neglected reign : Oh , take me to thy peaceful shade again
. But chiefly thee , whose influence breath ' d from high , Augments the native ...
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Sida 28 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Sida 62 - 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 61 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Sida 29 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Sida 49 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. • • Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Sida 62 - He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Sida 27 - 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 31 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Sida 17 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Sida 15 - 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 ever is at home...
Bibliografisk information
| Titel | Poetical Works |
| Författare | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Utgivare | W. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 |
| Original från | Harvard University |
| Digitaliserad | 26 feb 2008 |
| Längd | 72 sidor |
| Exportera citat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |