The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with illustr. by J. Absolon [and others.].1851 |
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... fame and fortune , has retired early to happiness and obscurity , with an income of forty pounds a year . I now perceive , my dear brother , the wisdom of your humble choice . You have entered upon a sacred office , where the harvest is ...
... fame and fortune , has retired early to happiness and obscurity , with an income of forty pounds a year . I now perceive , my dear brother , the wisdom of your humble choice . You have entered upon a sacred office , where the harvest is ...
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... fame- One sink of level avarice shall lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great . Ye powers of truth , that bid my soul ...
... fame- One sink of level avarice shall lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great . Ye powers of truth , that bid my soul ...
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... and thund'ring sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around— And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew . But pass'd is all his fame , the very spot. 42 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
... and thund'ring sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around— And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew . But pass'd is all his fame , the very spot. 42 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
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Oliver Goldsmith. But pass'd is all his fame , the very spot , 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 ...
Oliver Goldsmith. But pass'd is all his fame , the very spot , 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 ...
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... of shame , To catch the heart , or strike for honest fame : Dear charming nymph , neglected and decried , My shame in crowds , my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss , and all my. 52 22 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
... of shame , To catch the heart , or strike for honest fame : Dear charming nymph , neglected and decried , My shame in crowds , my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss , and all my. 52 22 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
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Стр. 33 - 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...
Стр. 38 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Стр. 62 - 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.
Стр. 92 - Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Стр. 40 - 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-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood.
Стр. 44 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Стр. 40 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Стр. 36 - 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.
Стр. 31 - I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm...
Стр. 39 - 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; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.