Goldsmith's Miscellaneous WorksWilliam Smith, 113, Fleet Street, 1841 - 127 pàgines |
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Pàgina 5
... cried , " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ? Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? " Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay ; And those ...
... cried , " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ? Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? " Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay ; And those ...
Pàgina 6
... cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide , - " Twas Edwin's self that prest ... cries . Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all , And 6 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide , - " Twas Edwin's self that prest ... cries . Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all , And 6 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
Pàgina 10
... cried I , with a flounce , get these things often " -but that was a bounce : " Some lords , my acquaintance , that settle the nation , Are pleased to be kind - but I hate ostentation . " " If that be the case then , " cried he , very ...
... cried I , with a flounce , get these things often " -but that was a bounce : " Some lords , my acquaintance , that settle the nation , Are pleased to be kind - but I hate ostentation . " " If that be the case then , " cried he , very ...
Pàgina 22
... cried , " shall now my babes have Or how shall age support its feeble fire ? [ bread , No lord will take me now , my ... cries , all woe - begone , " What now remains for me ? Oh ! where shall weeping want repair To ask for charity ! Too ...
... cried , " shall now my babes have Or how shall age support its feeble fire ? [ bread , No lord will take me now , my ... cries , all woe - begone , " What now remains for me ? Oh ! where shall weeping want repair To ask for charity ! Too ...
Pàgina 3
... cried I , ' relinquish the cause of truth , and let him be a husband , already driven to the very verge of absurdity ? You might as well advise me to give up my fortune as my argument . ' -Your fortune , ' returned my friend , ' I am ...
... cried I , ' relinquish the cause of truth , and let him be a husband , already driven to the very verge of absurdity ? You might as well advise me to give up my fortune as my argument . ' -Your fortune , ' returned my friend , ' I am ...
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Pàgina 6 - How often have I bless'd 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...
Pàgina 8 - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh...
Pàgina 7 - 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. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Pàgina 8 - But verging to decline, its splendours rise, Its vistas strike, its palaces surprise ; While, scourged by famine from the smiling land, The mournful peasant leads his humble band ; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave.
Pàgina 8 - Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ;• To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art...
Pàgina 9 - Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there ; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ! Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ! Dear, charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss,...
Pàgina 7 - His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. But times are alter'd ; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain : Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth, and cumbrous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride.
Pàgina 8 - That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. 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...
Pàgina 9 - Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they: While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Pàgina 8 - 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; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...