The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: Now First Collected. With an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. In two volumes..H. Goldney, 1780 |
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Pàgina xviii
... gives the name of Auburn , and which he pathetically ad- dreffes . He then proceeds to contrast the innocence and happiness of a fimple and a natural state with the miferies and vices that have been introduced by polished life , and gives ...
... gives the name of Auburn , and which he pathetically ad- dreffes . He then proceeds to contrast the innocence and happiness of a fimple and a natural state with the miferies and vices that have been introduced by polished life , and gives ...
Pàgina xxiv
... he is come to cut their throats ; and to give his coufin an opportunity to go off , he drives his mother over hedges , ditches , and through ponds , There this abufive publication , Dr. Goldsmith repaired to the house καίν MEMOIRS OF.
... he is come to cut their throats ; and to give his coufin an opportunity to go off , he drives his mother over hedges , ditches , and through ponds , There this abufive publication , Dr. Goldsmith repaired to the house καίν MEMOIRS OF.
Pàgina xlii
... give in the perusal , are striking proofs of their merit . He was a ftudious and correct obferver of nature , happy in the felection of his images , in the choice of his fubjects , and in the harmony of his verfification ; and , though ...
... give in the perusal , are striking proofs of their merit . He was a ftudious and correct obferver of nature , happy in the felection of his images , in the choice of his fubjects , and in the harmony of his verfification ; and , though ...
Pàgina 26
... Give ear unto my fong ; And if you find it wonderous short , It cannot hold you long . In Ifling - ton there was a man , Of whom the world might fay , That ftill a godly race he ran , Whene'er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart ...
... Give ear unto my fong ; And if you find it wonderous short , It cannot hold you long . In Ifling - ton there was a man , Of whom the world might fay , That ftill a godly race he ran , Whene'er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart ...
Pàgina 28
... guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover , To hide her flame from every eye , To give repentance to her lover , And wring his bofom - is , to die . THE THE TRAVELLER ; O R , A PROSPECT OF F [ 28 ] Stanzas on Woman.
... guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover , To hide her flame from every eye , To give repentance to her lover , And wring his bofom - is , to die . THE THE TRAVELLER ; O R , A PROSPECT OF F [ 28 ] Stanzas on Woman.
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The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: Now First ... Oliver Goldsmith Visualització completa - 1780 |
The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: Now First ... Oliver Goldsmith Visualització completa - 1780 |
The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: Now First ... Oliver Goldsmith Visualització completa - 1780 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 66 - 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.
Pàgina 99 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Pàgina 59 - 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...
Pàgina 66 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Pàgina 62 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Pàgina 66 - 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...
Pàgina 66 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled 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 learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pàgina 51 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Pàgina 72 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around ; 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 62 - 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...