The Goldsmith Anthology, 1745-1774Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1901 - 312 oldal |
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... ! ' Then , Pilgrim ! turn ! thy cares forgo ! For earth - born cares are wrong ! Man wants but little here below ; Nor wants that little long ! ' Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle 2 Oliver Goldsmith .
... ! ' Then , Pilgrim ! turn ! thy cares forgo ! For earth - born cares are wrong ! Man wants but little here below ; Nor wants that little long ! ' Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle 2 Oliver Goldsmith .
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Edward Arber. Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle accents fell . The modest stranger lowly bends , And follows to the cell . Far sheltered in a glade obscure , The modest mansion lay ; A refuge to the neighb'ring poor , And ...
Edward Arber. Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle accents fell . The modest stranger lowly bends , And follows to the cell . Far sheltered in a glade obscure , The modest mansion lay ; A refuge to the neighb'ring poor , And ...
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... soft - brooding o'er their nests , Instruct their young from tuneful breasts . A thousand beauties fill the plains ! Each twig affords melodious strains ! Through every eastern tree and bush , The virgin Day appears to blush ! Already ...
... soft - brooding o'er their nests , Instruct their young from tuneful breasts . A thousand beauties fill the plains ! Each twig affords melodious strains ! Through every eastern tree and bush , The virgin Day appears to blush ! Already ...
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... Soft - warbled STREPHON'S tongue ! He blessed the scene , he blessed the hour , While NANCY's praise he sung . ' Let Fops , with fickle falsehood range The paths of wanton love ; While weeping Maids lament their change , And sadden ...
... Soft - warbled STREPHON'S tongue ! He blessed the scene , he blessed the hour , While NANCY's praise he sung . ' Let Fops , with fickle falsehood range The paths of wanton love ; While weeping Maids lament their change , And sadden ...
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... with flowers , Breathed his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return , she sought the sylvan scene , The breezy mountains , and the forests green , Her maids around her moved , a duteous band ; 54 William Collins .
... with flowers , Breathed his soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return , she sought the sylvan scene , The breezy mountains , and the forests green , Her maids around her moved , a duteous band ; 54 William Collins .
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17. oldal - 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 ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
11. oldal - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; 20 And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
13. oldal - 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...
10. oldal - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
103. oldal - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
57. oldal - For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
255. oldal - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
19. oldal - ... These simple blessings of the lowly Train! To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art ! Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway! Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested...
21. oldal - 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 ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.
13. oldal - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 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...