The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Poetical works. Dramas. The vicar of WakefieldJohn Murray, 1854 |
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... morning skies , As bright , as transient too . ' XXIII . The bashful look , the rising breast , " Alternate spread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confest , A maid in all her charms . XXIV . " And , ah ! forgive a stranger rude , A ...
... morning skies , As bright , as transient too . ' XXIII . The bashful look , the rising breast , " Alternate spread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confest , A maid in all her charms . XXIV . " And , ah ! forgive a stranger rude , A ...
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... morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes , for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round , Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd : Yet he was kind , or if severe in aught ...
... morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes , for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round , Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd : Yet he was kind , or if severe in aught ...
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... morning smiling , Hear the grove to bliss beguiling ; Zephyrs through the valley playing , Streams along the meadow straying . First PRIEST . While these a constant revel keep , Shall Reason only bid me weep ? Hence , intruder ! we'll ...
... morning smiling , Hear the grove to bliss beguiling ; Zephyrs through the valley playing , Streams along the meadow straying . First PRIEST . While these a constant revel keep , Shall Reason only bid me weep ? Hence , intruder ! we'll ...
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... Morning Chronicle , " died 1803 . " Clemen- 3 " The sum of all that can be said for and against Garrick , some people think , may be found in these lines of Goldsmith . " - DAVIES , Life of Garrick , ii . 159 , ed . 1780 . Then what was ...
... Morning Chronicle , " died 1803 . " Clemen- 3 " The sum of all that can be said for and against Garrick , some people think , may be found in these lines of Goldsmith . " - DAVIES , Life of Garrick , ii . 159 , ed . 1780 . Then what was ...
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... mistress thought not so : Her bounty , like the morning dew , Unseen , though constant , us'd to flow , And as my strength decay'd , her bounty grew . " WOMAN Speaker . In decent dress and coarsely clean , MISCELLANIES . 119.
... mistress thought not so : Her bounty , like the morning dew , Unseen , though constant , us'd to flow , And as my strength decay'd , her bounty grew . " WOMAN Speaker . In decent dress and coarsely clean , MISCELLANIES . 119.
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Seite 48 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear ; The host himself no longer shall be found Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ; Nor the coy maid, half willing to be prest. Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest.
Seite 415 - She complied in a manner so exquisitely pathetic as moved me. 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.
Seite 42 - I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last.
Seite 48 - Hoards even beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth...
Seite 14 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill; Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
Seite 41 - 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.
Seite 49 - Where then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride ? If to some common's fenceless limits...
Seite 50 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts?
Seite 105 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, 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.
Seite 40 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place...