The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: With an Account of His Life and WritingsRobert Johnson, no. 2, North third st. (H. Maxwell, printer), 1803 - 148 oldal |
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xxvii. oldal
... busy scenes , where Science wakes in vain , " In which I shar'd , ah , ne'er to share again ! " But whence that pang ? does nature now rebel ? " Why faulters out my tongue the word farewel ? " Ye friends ! who long have witness'd to my ...
... busy scenes , where Science wakes in vain , " In which I shar'd , ah , ne'er to share again ! " But whence that pang ? does nature now rebel ? " Why faulters out my tongue the word farewel ? " Ye friends ! who long have witness'd to my ...
11. oldal
... busy gale ; Ye bending swains , that dress the flowery vale ; For me your tributary stores combine : Creation's heir , the world , the world is mine . As some lone miser visiting his store , Bends at THE TRAVELLER . 11.
... busy gale ; Ye bending swains , that dress the flowery vale ; For me your tributary stores combine : Creation's heir , the world , the world is mine . As some lone miser visiting his store , Bends at THE TRAVELLER . 11.
22. oldal
... busy rolls their world away : Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here . Honour , that praise which real merit gains , Or e'en imaginary worth obtains , Here passes current ; paid from ...
... busy rolls their world away : Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here . Honour , that praise which real merit gains , Or e'en imaginary worth obtains , Here passes current ; paid from ...
39. oldal
... - failing brook , the busy mill , The decent church that topt the neighb'ring hill , The hawthorn bush , with seats beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made ! How often have I bless'd the coming day , When.
... - failing brook , the busy mill , The decent church that topt the neighb'ring hill , The hawthorn bush , with seats beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made ! How often have I bless'd the coming day , When.
43. oldal
... busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs .... and God has giv'n my share .... I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble ...
... busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs .... and God has giv'n my share .... I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble ...
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Amidst ballad Bard blessings blest bliss blooms boast bosom bowers breast Burke charms cheerful climes cry'd David Garrick dear decay e'en eyes fame flies fond forlorn Freedom heart heaven Hermit hoard honour hour humble JAMES BOSWELL James Macpherson John Ridge keep a corner labour land learning lord luxury maid mansion mind mirth native nature's never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pasty patriot pity plain pleas'd pleasure Poem poet pomp poor praise pride proud rage reign Represt retributive justice Richard Burke Richard Cumberland rise round scene Scotsman shore sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling solitary sorrow soul splendour spread Stoops to Conquer stranger supply'd swain sweet SWEET AUBURN sweet oblivion thee thine thou toil tripe turn twas tyrant ven'son Vide page 74 village virtue's wealth weep Whitefoord wish'd Woodfall wretched
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118. oldal - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran 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.
38. oldal - The dancing pair that simply sought renown By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
74. oldal - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining ; Tho' equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient.
51. oldal - The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds: The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
56. oldal - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wished for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for her father's arms.
78. oldal - As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line; Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings — a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.
12. oldal - But me, not destined 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, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
50. oldal - 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...
73. oldal - Hickey's a capon, and by the same rule, Magnanimous Goldsmith a gooseberry fool. At a dinner so various, at such a repast, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? Here, waiter ! more wine, let me sit while I'm able, Till all my companions sink under the table; Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.
48. oldal - Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...