The Traveller, the Deserted Village, and Other PoemsGeorge Lamson, 1825 - 144 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... display which they make of themselves in their works , it is otherwise with a man whom we regard as a genuine poet . Immediately a desire is excited to learn his physiognomy , to be made ac- quainted with the details of his private ...
... display which they make of themselves in their works , it is otherwise with a man whom we regard as a genuine poet . Immediately a desire is excited to learn his physiognomy , to be made ac- quainted with the details of his private ...
Pàgina 18
... display , seduced him into buffoonery : his know- ledge was not equai to his genius , and he did not endeavour by regular study to add to his acquisi- tions . His health was considerably injured by dis- sipation , and his pocket not ...
... display , seduced him into buffoonery : his know- ledge was not equai to his genius , and he did not endeavour by regular study to add to his acquisi- tions . His health was considerably injured by dis- sipation , and his pocket not ...
Pàgina 39
... display'd her sail ; While nought remain'd of all that riches gave , But towns unmann'd , and lords without a slave : And late the nation found with fruitless skill , Its former strength was but plethoric ill . Yet , still the loss of ...
... display'd her sail ; While nought remain'd of all that riches gave , But towns unmann'd , and lords without a slave : And late the nation found with fruitless skill , Its former strength was but plethoric ill . Yet , still the loss of ...
Pàgina 40
... display , Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread , And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford But man and steel , the soldier and his sword : No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array ...
... display , Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread , And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford But man and steel , the soldier and his sword : No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array ...
Pàgina 41
... Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too some pilgrim , thither led , With many a tale repays the nightly bed . Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those hills ...
... Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too some pilgrim , thither led , With many a tale repays the nightly bed . Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those hills ...
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The Traveller, The Deserted Village, and Other Poems ... Oliver Goldsmith Visualització completa - 1817 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
ambition Amidst ballad bards beauty bestow Bishop of Dromore blessings blest bliss blooms bookseller bow'rs breast brother BULKLEY Burke character charms cheerful climes Covent Garden cried David Garrick dear DESERTED VILLAGE e'en Epilogue EPITAPH ev'n ev'ry eyes fame feelings flies fond friendship Garrick genius gentle give heart heav'n hermit hoard honest honour Johnson keep a corner land Lishoy lord luxury mind mirth MISS CATLEY native ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion pasty patriot pity pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's poor pow'r praise pride racter reign Richard Burke rise round scene shore sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread Stoops to Conquer stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tale thee thine thou toil TRAVELLER tripe turn Twas venison VICAR OF WAKEFIELD wand'ring wealth Whitefoord wish'd wretch
Passatges populars
Pàgina 54 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Pàgina 60 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd...
Pàgina 61 - 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 59 - She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
Pàgina 41 - ... Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Pàgina 78 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. ' And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did. And so for him will I.
Pàgina 117 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Pàgina 58 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Pàgina 65 - Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous train: Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts?
Pàgina 61 - 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 laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...