The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Poetical works. Dramas. The vicar of WakefieldJohn Murray, 1854 |
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... towns , with wealth and splendour crown'd ; Ye fields , where summer spreads profusion round ; Ye lakes , whose vessels catch the busy gale ; Ye bending swains , that dress the flowery vale ; For me your tributary stores combine ...
... towns , with wealth and splendour crown'd ; Ye fields , where summer spreads profusion round ; Ye lakes , whose vessels catch the busy gale ; Ye bending swains , that dress the flowery vale ; For me your tributary stores combine ...
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... towns unmann'd , and lords without a slave : And late the nation found , with fruitless skill , Its former strength was but plethoric ill . Yet , still the loss of wealth is here supplied By arts , the splendid wrecks of former pride ...
... towns unmann'd , and lords without a slave : And late the nation found , with fruitless skill , Its former strength was but plethoric ill . Yet , still the loss of wealth is here supplied By arts , the splendid wrecks of former pride ...
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... towns he ran his godly race , Nor e'er had chang'd , nor wish'd to change his place ; Unpractis'd 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 skill'd ...
... towns he ran his godly race , Nor e'er had chang'd , nor wish'd to change his place ; Unpractis'd 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 skill'd ...
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... town , She left her wheel and robes of country brown . Do thine , sweet AUBURN , thine , the loveliest train , Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? " To see each joy , " & c . - First edition , altered in third . 2 " These poor ...
... town , She left her wheel and robes of country brown . Do thine , sweet AUBURN , thine , the loveliest train , Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? " To see each joy , " & c . - First edition , altered in third . 2 " These poor ...
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... town ! Or Flavia been content to stop At triumphs in a Fleet - street shop ! O , had her eyes forgot to blaze ! Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze ; O ! But let exclamations cease , Her presence banish'd all his peace . " they play the ...
... town ! Or Flavia been content to stop At triumphs in a Fleet - street shop ! O , had her eyes forgot to blaze ! Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze ; O ! But let exclamations cease , Her presence banish'd all his peace . " they play the ...
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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...