The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with illustr. by J. Absolon [and others.].1851 |
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6. oldal
... fail , But me , not destin'd such delights to share , My prime of life in wandering spent and care- Impell'd with steps unceasing to pursue Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view , That , like the circle bounding earth and skies ...
... fail , But me , not destin'd such delights to share , My prime of life in wandering spent and care- Impell'd with steps unceasing to pursue Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view , That , like the circle bounding earth and skies ...
10. oldal
... fails , And honour sinks where commerce long prevails . Hence every state , to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone ; Each to the favourite happiness attends ; And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ...
... fails , And honour sinks where commerce long prevails . Hence every state , to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone ; Each to the favourite happiness attends ; And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ...
22. oldal
... fail to sway , Fictitious bonds , the bonds of wealth and law , Still gather strength , and force unwilling awe . Hence all obedience bows to these alone , And talent sinks , and merit weeps unknown ; Till time may come , when , stripp ...
... fail to sway , Fictitious bonds , the bonds of wealth and law , Still gather strength , and force unwilling awe . Hence all obedience bows to these alone , And talent sinks , and merit weeps unknown ; Till time may come , when , stripp ...
38. oldal
... the shade , And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale , No busy steps the grass - grown footway tread ,. 38 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
... the shade , And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale , No busy steps the grass - grown footway tread ,. 38 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
46. oldal
... fail- She then shines forth , solicitous to bless , In all the glaring impotence of dress . Thus fares the land , by luxury betray'd : In nature's simplest charms at first array'd- But verging to decline , its splendours rise , Its. 46 ...
... fail- She then shines forth , solicitous to bless , In all the glaring impotence of dress . Thus fares the land , by luxury betray'd : In nature's simplest charms at first array'd- But verging to decline , its splendours rise , Its. 46 ...
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agree appear beauty bestow blessings bliss boast breast bring BULKLEY Burke busy called charms dear died display Epilogue eyes face fail fair fall fame fear fields fire flies give Goldsmith grow half hand happiness head heart Heaven hold honour hope hour Italy keep kind land learning leave lies looks Lord lost luxury mind MISS CATLEY morning nature never night o'er Oliver once pain party perhaps Pictures pity plain pleasure poet poor praise pride PRIEST PROPHET proud raptures rise round scene SECOND seen sinks skies smiling sons sorrow soul spread supplies sure sweet tear thee things thou thought toil train turn Twas village voice wealth wish wretches write
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33. oldal - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
38. oldal - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
62. oldal - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much ; Who, born for the universe, narrow' d his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
92. oldal - 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.
40. oldal - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt, for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood.
44. oldal - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
40. oldal - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
36. oldal - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share 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.
31. oldal - I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm...
39. oldal - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.