Retaliation: a poem. To which is added, some account of the life of the author, 1. kötet1774 |
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v. oldal
... kind were fure of meeting diftinction and reward . Here he determined to adopt a plan of the ftricteft œconomy , and took lodgings in Green Arbour court in the Old Bailey , where he wrote feveral ingenious pieces . The late Mr. Newbery ...
... kind were fure of meeting diftinction and reward . Here he determined to adopt a plan of the ftricteft œconomy , and took lodgings in Green Arbour court in the Old Bailey , where he wrote feveral ingenious pieces . The late Mr. Newbery ...
vii. oldal
... kind of habitual defpon- dency . In this unhappy condition he was attacked by a nervous fever , which , being improperly treated , terminated in his diffolution on the 4th day of April , 1774 , in the forty - third year of his age . His ...
... kind of habitual defpon- dency . In this unhappy condition he was attacked by a nervous fever , which , being improperly treated , terminated in his diffolution on the 4th day of April , 1774 , in the forty - third year of his age . His ...
11. oldal
... at different times , the Doctor has rallied him on thofe accidents , as a kind of retributive juftice for breaking his jefts upon other people . ( r ) Vide page 5 . His His gallants are all faultlefs , his women divine , [ 11 ]
... at different times , the Doctor has rallied him on thofe accidents , as a kind of retributive juftice for breaking his jefts upon other people . ( r ) Vide page 5 . His His gallants are all faultlefs , his women divine , [ 11 ]
16. oldal
... kind . Ye ( 6 ) Kenricks , ye ( c ) Kellys , and ( d ) Woodfalls fo grave , What a commerce was yours , while you got and you gave ? How did Grub - street re - echo the fhouts that you rais'd , While he was berofcius'd , and you were ...
... kind . Ye ( 6 ) Kenricks , ye ( c ) Kellys , and ( d ) Woodfalls fo grave , What a commerce was yours , while you got and you gave ? How did Grub - street re - echo the fhouts that you rais'd , While he was berofcius'd , and you were ...
. oldal
... kind , either to add to your reputation , or to establish my own . You can gain nothing from my admiration , as I am ignorant of that art in which you are faid to excell ; and I may lofe much by the feverity of your judgment , as few ...
... kind , either to add to your reputation , or to establish my own . You can gain nothing from my admiration , as I am ignorant of that art in which you are faid to excell ; and I may lofe much by the feverity of your judgment , as few ...
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Retaliation: A Poem. to Which Is Added, Some Account of the Life of the Author Oliver Goldsmith Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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11. oldal - The village master taught his little school: 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...
18. oldal - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
2. oldal - 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...
9. oldal - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
10. oldal - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed 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.
20. oldal - The 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...
11. oldal - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
4. oldal - Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
5. oldal - Lived in each look, and brightened all the green, These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more. Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power.
14. oldal - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...