The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with illustr. by J. Absolon [and others.].1851 |
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... soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss , to see my fellows blest . 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 ...
... soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss , to see my fellows blest . 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 ...
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... soul ; While low delights , succeeding fast behind , In happier meanness occupy the mind . As in those domes , where Cæsars once bore sway , Defac'd by time and tottering in decay , There in the ruin , heedless of the dead , The shelter ...
... soul ; While low delights , succeeding fast behind , In happier meanness occupy the mind . As in those domes , where Cæsars once bore sway , Defac'd by time and tottering in decay , There in the ruin , heedless of the dead , The shelter ...
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... soul conforms , And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child , when scaring sounds molest , Clings close and closer to the mother's breast— So the loud torrent , and the whirlwind's roar , But bind him to his native ...
... soul conforms , And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child , when scaring sounds molest , Clings close and closer to the mother's breast— So the loud torrent , and the whirlwind's roar , But bind him to his native ...
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... Enfeebles all internal strength of thought : And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for 18 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
... Enfeebles all internal strength of thought : And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for 18 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... soul , True to imagin'd right , above controul ; While even the peasant boasts these rights to scan , And learns to venerate himself as man . Thine , freedom , thine the blessings pictur'd here , Thine are those charms that dazzle and ...
... soul , True to imagin'd right , above controul ; While even the peasant boasts these rights to scan , And learns to venerate himself as man . Thine , freedom , thine the blessings pictur'd here , Thine are those charms that dazzle and ...
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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.