Poems and EssaysWilliam Smith, 113, Fleet Street, 1839 - Всего страниц: 218 |
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... thing , who wants to be thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet : his tawdry lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his frenzy fire . What ...
... thing , who wants to be thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet : his tawdry lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his frenzy fire . What ...
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... things are great to little man ; And wiser he , whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind . Ye glittering towns , with wealth and splendour crown'd ; Ye fields , where summer spreads profusion round ; Ye lakes , whose ...
... things are great to little man ; And wiser he , whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind . Ye glittering towns , with wealth and splendour crown'd ; Ye fields , where summer spreads profusion round ; Ye lakes , whose ...
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... 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 ? C " And love is still an emptier sound , The THE HERMIT . 17.
... 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 ? C " And love is still an emptier sound , The THE HERMIT . 17.
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... population fail , No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale ; No busy steps the grass - grown footway tread , But all the bloomy flush of life is fled : All but yon widow'd , solitary thing , That feebly 26 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... population fail , No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale ; No busy steps the grass - grown footway tread , But all the bloomy flush of life is fled : All but yon widow'd , solitary thing , That feebly 26 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
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Oliver Goldsmith. All but yon widow'd , solitary thing , That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She , wretched matron , forced in age , for bread , To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread , To pick her wintry faggot from ...
Oliver Goldsmith. All but yon widow'd , solitary thing , That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She , wretched matron , forced in age , for bread , To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread , To pick her wintry faggot from ...
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Стр. 15 - 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.
Стр. 72 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wond'rous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, 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.
Стр. 28 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side: But in his duty, prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed 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.
Стр. 30 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Стр. 32 - Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits...
Стр. 45 - The wretch condemn'd with life to part Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Стр. 35 - Redress the rigours of the inclement clime; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain; Teach him, that states of native strength...
Стр. 31 - Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied — Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds...
Стр. 64 - Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word — From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind ; She freely lent to all the poor — Who left a pledge behind.
Стр. 29 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering 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.