The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: With an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author : in Two VolumesH. Goldney, 1791 |
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... eye , Faft broke the bofom - forrow from her heart , And pale Distress , fat fickly on her cheek , As thus her plaintive Elegy began . And muft my children all expire ? Shall none be left to ftrike the lyre ? Courts death alone a ...
... eye , Faft broke the bofom - forrow from her heart , And pale Distress , fat fickly on her cheek , As thus her plaintive Elegy began . And muft my children all expire ? Shall none be left to ftrike the lyre ? Courts death alone a ...
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... eyes , " Embofom'd in the vale where Auburn lies , " Deferted Auburn , thofe now ruin'd glades , " Forlorn , yet ever dear and honour'd fhades . " There though the Hamlet boafts no fmiling train , " Nor fportful paftime circling on the ...
... eyes , " Embofom'd in the vale where Auburn lies , " Deferted Auburn , thofe now ruin'd glades , " Forlorn , yet ever dear and honour'd fhades . " There though the Hamlet boafts no fmiling train , " Nor fportful paftime circling on the ...
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... eyes forgot to blaze ! Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze . B 3 O ? - Her prefence banish'd all his peace . So with decorum [ 5 ] Double Transformation, a tale.
... eyes forgot to blaze ! Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze . B 3 O ? - Her prefence banish'd all his peace . So with decorum [ 5 ] Double Transformation, a tale.
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... eyes ; He knows not how , but fo it is , Her face is grown a knowing phyz ; And , though her fops are wond'rous civil , He thinks her ugly as the devil . B 4 Now , While fullen or loquacious ftrife Promised to hold them on ...
... eyes ; He knows not how , but fo it is , Her face is grown a knowing phyz ; And , though her fops are wond'rous civil , He thinks her ugly as the devil . B 4 Now , While fullen or loquacious ftrife Promised to hold them on ...
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... eyes . In vain she tries her paste and creams , To fmooth her skin , or hide its feams ; Her country beaux and city cousins , Lovers no more , flew off by dozens : The ' fquire himself was feen to yield , And ev❜n the captain quit the ...
... eyes . In vain she tries her paste and creams , To fmooth her skin , or hide its feams ; Her country beaux and city cousins , Lovers no more , flew off by dozens : The ' fquire himself was feen to yield , And ev❜n the captain quit the ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
abuſe bard befide bleffings bleft blifs boaft bofom breaſt bufy Burke charms COVENT GARDEN David Garrick dear Deferted defire Doctor drefs eaſe Edmund Burke fame fatire fcene feek feems feen feveral fhades fhall fhould figh fimple fince fincere finks firft firſt fkies flies fmall fmiling folitary fome fons foon forrow foul fpreads ftill ftranger ftrike fuch fupplies fure fweet Garrick happineſs Hawes heart himſelf honeft honour humble laft laſt lord luxury mafter manfion mind mirth moſt muſt o'er occafion OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain paſt pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poem poet praiſe prefs pride publiſhed raiſe reft rife riſe round ſcene ſhall ſhame ſhare ſhe ſhed Sir Joshua Reynolds ſkies ſkill ſky ſports ſtate ſteps Stoops to Conquer ſwain thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toil turn Twas uſed village wealth Whilft Whitefoord whofe Whoſe wiſh write
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 51 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Seite 68 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Seite 61 - 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 59 - 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...
Seite 66 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled 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...
Seite 104 - 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...
Seite 42 - 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 ; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loathe his vegetable meal : But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil.
Seite 67 - Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired.
Seite 66 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Seite 63 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...