The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - Всего страниц: 118 |
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... seems destructive of the rest . Where wealth and freedom reign , contentment fails ; Andhonour sinks where commerce long prevails . Hence every state , to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone . Each to the ...
... seems destructive of the rest . Where wealth and freedom reign , contentment fails ; Andhonour sinks where commerce long prevails . Hence every state , to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone . Each to the ...
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... and fields appear : Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all his manners reign ; Though poor , luxurious ; though submissive , vain ; Though grave , yet trifling ; zealous , yet untrue THE TRAVELLER . 11.
... and fields appear : Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all his manners reign ; Though poor , luxurious ; though submissive , vain ; Though grave , yet trifling ; zealous , yet untrue THE TRAVELLER . 11.
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... seem to find . Here may be seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade : Processions formed for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove . By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd ...
... seem to find . Here may be seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade : Processions formed for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove . By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd ...
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... seem . But while this softer art their bliss supplies , It gives their follies also room to rise ; For praise too dearly lov'd , or warmly sought , Enfeebles all internal strength of thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unblest ...
... seem . But while this softer art their bliss supplies , It gives their follies also room to rise ; For praise too dearly lov'd , or warmly sought , Enfeebles all internal strength of thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unblest ...
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... seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar , Scoops out an empire , and usurps the shore : While the pent Ocean , rising o'er the pile , Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile ; The slow canal , the yellow ...
... seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar , Scoops out an empire , and usurps the shore : While the pent Ocean , rising o'er the pile , Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile ; The slow canal , the yellow ...
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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...