The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - Всего страниц: 118 |
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Oliver Goldsmith. THE TRAVELLER ; OR , A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY ; A Poem . FIRST PRINTED IN MDCCLXV . TO THE REV . HENRY GOLDSMITH DEAR SIR , I The Traveller; or, a Prospect of Society.
Oliver Goldsmith. THE TRAVELLER ; OR , A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY ; A Poem . FIRST PRINTED IN MDCCLXV . TO THE REV . HENRY GOLDSMITH DEAR SIR , I The Traveller; or, a Prospect of Society.
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Oliver Goldsmith. TO THE REV . HENRY GOLDSMITH DEAR SIR , I am sensible that the friendship between us can acquire no new force from the ceremonies of a Dedi- cation ; and perhaps it demands an excuse thus to prefix your name to my ...
Oliver Goldsmith. TO THE REV . HENRY GOLDSMITH DEAR SIR , I am sensible that the friendship between us can acquire no new force from the ceremonies of a Dedi- cation ; and perhaps it demands an excuse thus to prefix your name to my ...
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Oliver Goldsmith. I now perceive , my 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 ...
Oliver Goldsmith. I now perceive , my 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 ...
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... 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 TRAVELLER ; OR , A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY . 6 DEDICATION .
... 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 TRAVELLER ; OR , A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY . 6 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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Стр. 36 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Стр. 67 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Стр. 32 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Стр. 61 - 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. 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Стр. 53 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Стр. 61 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit : Too nice for a statesman ; too proud for a wit ; For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge disobedient ; And too fond of the rigid to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir — To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Стр. 29 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old...
Стр. 13 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Стр. 41 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...