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Author beneath beſt bliſs breaſt bring buſy character charms cheerful court dear decay Doctor equal eyes face fail fame faults fields fire firſt flies fond force gave gentle give GOLDSMITH half head heart heaven himſelf honour hopes hour Italy keep kind known labour land learning leave lies looks Lord luxury manners meet mind mirth muſt native nature never o'er once pain paſt perhaps plain pleaſe pleaſure Poem poet poor praiſe pride proud purſuing reign riſe round ſcene ſee ſeek ſeems ſeen ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhore ſhould ſmiling ſome ſoul ſports ſpread ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtranger ſuch tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thought toil train Traveller turn Twas Vide village wealth Whoſe wretch write
Сторінка 47 - 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, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Сторінка 42 - 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...
Сторінка 52 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Сторінка 46 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Сторінка 47 - 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; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Сторінка 65 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts ; A flattering painter, who made it his care, To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Сторінка 44 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Сторінка 84 - 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. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.