Poems. Dramas. Criticism relating to poetry and the belles-lettresJohn Murray, 1837 |
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... , who boasted that he never missed the heart ; yet would many of his shafts now fly at random , for the heart is too often in the wrong place . " — First edit . ] What reception a poem may find which has neither abuse 10 DEDICATION .
... , who boasted that he never missed the heart ; yet would many of his shafts now fly at random , for the heart is too often in the wrong place . " — First edit . ] What reception a poem may find which has neither abuse 10 DEDICATION .
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... edit . ] ( 2 ) [ A feeling worthy of all praise produced this dedication to his brother . Careless of any interests of his own which might be promoted by con- ciliating the powerful or the wealthy , it was intended not merely as a ...
... edit . ] ( 2 ) [ A feeling worthy of all praise produced this dedication to his brother . Careless of any interests of his own which might be promoted by con- ciliating the powerful or the wealthy , it was intended not merely as a ...
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... edit . ] ( 3 ) [ Imit . " Hard was their lodging , homely was their food , For all their luxury was doing good . " - GARTH . ] ( 4 ) [ " When will my wanderings be at an end ? When will my restless disposition give me leave to enjoy the ...
... edit . ] ( 3 ) [ Imit . " Hard was their lodging , homely was their food , For all their luxury was doing good . " - GARTH . ] ( 4 ) [ " When will my wanderings be at an end ? When will my restless disposition give me leave to enjoy the ...
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... edit . ] ( 3 ) [ " Amidst the store , ' twere thankless to repine . " - First edit . ] ( 4 ) [ " Twere affectation all , and school - taught pride , To spurn the splendid things by heaven supply'd . " - First edit . ] Thus to my breast ...
... edit . ] ( 3 ) [ " Amidst the store , ' twere thankless to repine . " - First edit . ] ( 4 ) [ " Twere affectation all , and school - taught pride , To spurn the splendid things by heaven supply'd . " - First edit . ] Thus to my breast ...
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... edit . ] ( 3 ) [ " Boldly asserts that country for his own . " - First edit . ] ( 4 ) " And yet , perhaps , if states with states we scan , Or estimate their bliss on reason's plan , Though patriots flatter and though fools contend , We ...
... edit . ] ( 3 ) [ " Boldly asserts that country for his own . " - First edit . ] ( 4 ) " And yet , perhaps , if states with states we scan , Or estimate their bliss on reason's plan , Though patriots flatter and though fools contend , We ...
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Poems. Dramas. Criticism relating to poetry and the belles-lettres Oliver Goldsmith Повний перегляд - 1837 |
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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 57 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Сторінка 54 - 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 vii - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Сторінка 101 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; 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, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
Сторінка 61 - 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 ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned. Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Сторінка 60 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
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 destroy'd, can never be supplied...