Poetical WorksW. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 - Всего страниц: 72 |
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... dear brother , the wisdom of your humble choice . You have entered upon a sacred office , where the harvest is great , and the labourers are but few ; while you have left the field of Ambition , where the labourers are many , and the ...
... dear brother , the wisdom of your humble choice . You have entered upon a sacred office , where the harvest is great , and the labourers are but few ; while you have left the field of Ambition , where the labourers are many , and the ...
Стр. xii
... mischievous excess . There are few can judge better than yourself , how far these positions are illustrated in this Poem . I am , Dear Sir , Your most affectionate Brother , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE Ꭲ Ꭱ Ꭺ Ꮩ Ꭼ Ꮮ Ꮮ Ꭼ Ꭱ xii DEDICATION .
... mischievous excess . There are few can judge better than yourself , how far these positions are illustrated in this Poem . I am , Dear Sir , Your most affectionate Brother , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE Ꭲ Ꭱ Ꭺ Ꮩ Ꭼ Ꮮ Ꮮ Ꭼ Ꭱ xii DEDICATION .
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... Dear is that shed to which his 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 ...
... Dear is that shed to which his 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 ...
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Oliver Goldsmith. DEDICATION ΤΟ THE DESERTED VILLAGE . I To SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS . Dear Sir , Can have no expectations in an address of this kind , either to add to your reputation , or to establish my own . You can gain nothing from my ...
Oliver Goldsmith. DEDICATION ΤΟ THE DESERTED VILLAGE . I To SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS . Dear Sir , Can have no expectations in an address of this kind , either to add to your reputation , or to establish my own . You can gain nothing from my ...
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Стр. 28 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...