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xxiii. oldal
... beauty , but must say , of all objects on this earth , an English farmer's daughter is most charming . Every woman there is a complete beauty ; while the higher class of women want many of the requisites to make them even tolerable ...
... beauty , but must say , of all objects on this earth , an English farmer's daughter is most charming . Every woman there is a complete beauty ; while the higher class of women want many of the requisites to make them even tolerable ...
xxiv. oldal
... beauty . Wherever I turn my eyes , fine houses , elegant gardens , statues , grottoes , vistas , presented them- selves , but when you enter their towns you are charmed beyond description . No misery is to be seen here ; every one is ...
... beauty . Wherever I turn my eyes , fine houses , elegant gardens , statues , grottoes , vistas , presented them- selves , but when you enter their towns you are charmed beyond description . No misery is to be seen here ; every one is ...
xlviii. oldal
... beauty in colours more charming than nature , and describe happiness that man never tastes . How delusive , how destructive are these pictures of consummate bliss ! They teach the youthful mind to sigh after beauty and happiness which ...
... beauty in colours more charming than nature , and describe happiness that man never tastes . How delusive , how destructive are these pictures of consummate bliss ! They teach the youthful mind to sigh after beauty and happiness which ...
lx. oldal
... beauty . It came out in 1765 , 0 29 Johnson was seen to weep while he repeated Gold- smith's character of the English in his Traveller , Stern o'er each bosom , ' & c . v . Bosw . Johnson , vol . iii . p . 40. vol . v . p . 227. I ...
... beauty . It came out in 1765 , 0 29 Johnson was seen to weep while he repeated Gold- smith's character of the English in his Traveller , Stern o'er each bosom , ' & c . v . Bosw . Johnson , vol . iii . p . 40. vol . v . p . 227. I ...
lxvi. oldal
... beauty of the poetry is all Goldsmith's . It has been alleged that this ballad is only a translation of an ancient French poem , entitled ' Raimond et Angeline.'36 The discussion that took place on the subject may be seen in the Monthly ...
... beauty of the poetry is all Goldsmith's . It has been alleged that this ballad is only a translation of an ancient French poem , entitled ' Raimond et Angeline.'36 The discussion that took place on the subject may be seen in the Monthly ...
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37. 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.
104. oldal - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
41. oldal - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven...
25. oldal - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
79. oldal - Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
37. oldal - 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 the gate...
39. oldal - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'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.
46. oldal - The mournful peasant leads his humble band; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave ! Where, then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride?
80. oldal - 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.
36. oldal - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more: His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.