The Poetical Works of Dr. Oliver Goldsmith: Containing His Deserted Village, Traveller, Hermit, Retaliation ... Etc. Etc., to which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorC. Downes, 1802 - 96 Seiten |
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... fame ; No more my titles shall my children tell , The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honour ends . THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION . A TALE . SECLUDED from domestic 2.
... fame ; No more my titles shall my children tell , The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honour ends . THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION . A TALE . SECLUDED from domestic 2.
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... fame , " And leaves the wretch to weep ? " And love is still an emptier found , " The modern fair one's jeft : " On earth unfeen , or only found " To warm the turtle's neft . " For fhame , fond youth , thy forrows hufh , " And spurn the ...
... fame , " And leaves the wretch to weep ? " And love is still an emptier found , " The modern fair one's jeft : " On earth unfeen , or only found " To warm the turtle's neft . " For fhame , fond youth , thy forrows hufh , " And spurn the ...
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... fame , What heart but feels his fweetly moral lay , That leads to truth thro ' pleasure's flow'ry way ? Celestial themes confefs'd his tuneful aid ; And heav'n , that lent him genius , was repaid . Needless to him the tribute we bestow ...
... fame , What heart but feels his fweetly moral lay , That leads to truth thro ' pleasure's flow'ry way ? Celestial themes confefs'd his tuneful aid ; And heav'n , that lent him genius , was repaid . Needless to him the tribute we bestow ...
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... fame . The very spot Where many a time he triumph'd , is forgot . Near yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the fign poft caught the paffing eye , Low lies that houfe where nut brown draughts infpir'd , Where grey ...
... fame . The very spot Where many a time he triumph'd , is forgot . Near yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the fign poft caught the paffing eye , Low lies that houfe where nut brown draughts infpir'd , Where grey ...
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... fame . Not fo the lofs . The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supply'd ; Space for his lake , his park's extended bounds , Space for his horfes , equipage and hounds ; The robes that wraps his limbs in filken ...
... fame . Not fo the lofs . The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supply'd ; Space for his lake , his park's extended bounds , Space for his horfes , equipage and hounds ; The robes that wraps his limbs in filken ...
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Seite 92 - GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind.
Seite 77 - 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 28 - 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 14 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Seite 35 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Seite 31 - 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 book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Seite 36 - 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, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
Seite 18 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Seite 64 - Even liberty itself is barter'd here. At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, The needy sell it, and the rich man buys; A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves...
Seite 32 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from.