The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: Including a Variety of Pieces, Том 4John Murray, 1837 |
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... thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace , And ...
... thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace , And ...
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... 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 phrensy fire . opinion influenced by party ...
... 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 phrensy fire . opinion influenced by party ...
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... thought all happiness lay beyond the Alps ; when in Italy , I found myself still in want of something , and expected to leave solitude behind me by going into Romelia ; and now you find me turning back , still expecting ease every where ...
... thought all happiness lay beyond the Alps ; when in Italy , I found myself still in want of something , and expected to leave solitude behind me by going into Romelia ; and now you find me turning back , still expecting ease every where ...
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... thought ; ( 1 ) [ " I had some knowledge of music , " says George Primrose , in the Vicar of Wakefield , " with a tolerable voice , and now turned what was my amusement into a present means of subsistence . I passed among the harmless ...
... thought ; ( 1 ) [ " I had some knowledge of music , " says George Primrose , in the Vicar of Wakefield , " with a tolerable voice , and now turned what was my amusement into a present means of subsistence . I passed among the harmless ...
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... thought the book was a good one ; and I think so still . I said , I was told by the bookseller that it was then first published ; but in that , it seems , I was misinformed , and my reading was not extensive enough to set me right ...
... thought the book was a good one ; and I think so still . I said , I was told by the bookseller that it was then first published ; but in that , it seems , I was misinformed , and my reading was not extensive enough to set me right ...
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Сторінка 61 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd 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...
Сторінка 16 - But where to find that happiest spot below Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? 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,...
Сторінка 101 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; 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 right 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.
Сторінка vii - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Сторінка 444 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Сторінка 59 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Сторінка 127 - 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.
Сторінка 55 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Сторінка 27 - 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 aspire, Far from my bosom drive the low desire; And...
Сторінка 60 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd 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.