The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 стор. |
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... pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; * In this poem several alterations were made , and some new verses added , as it passed ...
... pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; * In this poem several alterations were made , and some new verses added , as it passed ...
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... pain repair , And every stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail , Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or ...
... pain repair , And every stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail , Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or ...
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... rite happiness attends , And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ; Till , carried to excess in each domain , This fav'rite good begets peculiar pain . But let us try these truths with closer eyes , 10 THE TRAVELLER .
... rite happiness attends , And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ; Till , carried to excess in each domain , This fav'rite good begets peculiar pain . But let us try these truths with closer eyes , 10 THE TRAVELLER .
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... pains , in my country excursions for these four or five years past , to be certain of what I allege ; and that all my views and enquiries have led me to believe those miseries real , which I here attempt to display . But this is not the ...
... pains , in my country excursions for these four or five years past , to be certain of what I allege ; and that all my views and enquiries have led me to believe those miseries real , which I here attempt to display . But this is not the ...
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... pain . In all my wanderings through this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n my share- 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 ...
... pain . In all my wanderings through this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n my share- 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 ...
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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,...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...