The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithCundall & Addey, 1851 - Всего страниц: 134 |
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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 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 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
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Стр. 93 - 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. 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. 32 - And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
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. 31 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm...
Стр. 42 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Стр. 72 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. "For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow, Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " 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.
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. 74 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Стр. 16 - That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Unknown to them when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Their level life is but a...