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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... Fond to be seen , she kept a bevy Of powder'd coxcombs at her levy : The ' fquire and captain took their stations , And twenty other near relations ; Jack fuck'd his pipe , and often broke A figh in fuffocating smoke ; While all their ...
... Fond to be seen , she kept a bevy Of powder'd coxcombs at her levy : The ' fquire and captain took their stations , And twenty other near relations ; Jack fuck'd his pipe , and often broke A figh in fuffocating smoke ; While all their ...
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... fond youth , thy forrows hufh , " And spurn the fex , " he said : But while he spoke , a rifing blufh His love - lorn guest betray'd . Surpriz'd he fees new beauties rife , Swift mantling to the view ; Like colours o'er the morning ...
... fond youth , thy forrows hufh , " And spurn the fex , " he said : But while he spoke , a rifing blufh His love - lorn guest betray'd . Surpriz'd he fees new beauties rife , Swift mantling to the view ; Like colours o'er the morning ...
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... fond endearment tries , To tempt its new - fledg'd offspring to the skies ; He tried each art , reprov'd each dull delay , Allur'd to brighter worlds , and led the way . Befide the bed where parting life was laid , And forrow , guilt ...
... fond endearment tries , To tempt its new - fledg'd offspring to the skies ; He tried each art , reprov'd each dull delay , Allur'd to brighter worlds , and led the way . Befide the bed where parting life was laid , And forrow , guilt ...
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... fond companion of his helpless years , Silent went next , neglectful of her charms , And left a lover's for a father's arms . With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes , And bleft the cot where ev'ry pleasure rofe ; And kift her ...
... fond companion of his helpless years , Silent went next , neglectful of her charms , And left a lover's for a father's arms . With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes , And bleft the cot where ev'ry pleasure rofe ; And kift her ...
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... too - but whither do I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well then , a truce , fince the requests it too ; Do you fpare her , and I'll for once spare you . SONG . Memory ! thou fond deceiver , Still importunate 46.
... too - but whither do I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well then , a truce , fince the requests it too ; Do you fpare her , and I'll for once spare you . SONG . Memory ! thou fond deceiver , Still importunate 46.
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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.