The Poetical Works of Dr. Oliver Goldsmith: Containing His Deserted Village, Traveller, Hermit, Retaliation ... Etc. Etc., to which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorC. Downes, 1802 - 96 pàgines |
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Pàgina 24
... to him the tribute we bestow , The tranfitory breath of fame below : More lafting rapture from his works shall rise , While converts thank their poet in the skies , THE DESERTED VILLAGE . ΤΟ SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS , DEAR EPITAPH ...
... to him the tribute we bestow , The tranfitory breath of fame below : More lafting rapture from his works shall rise , While converts thank their poet in the skies , THE DESERTED VILLAGE . ΤΟ SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS , DEAR EPITAPH ...
Pàgina 34
... skies ; He tried each art , reprov'd each dull delay , Allur'd to brighter worlds , and led the way . Befide the bed where parting life was laid , And forrow , guilt and pain , by turns difmay'd , The rev'rend champion flood . At his ...
... skies ; He tried each art , reprov'd each dull delay , Allur'd to brighter worlds , and led the way . Befide the bed where parting life was laid , And forrow , guilt and pain , by turns difmay'd , The rev'rend champion flood . At his ...
Pàgina 53
... skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to fee , My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a length'ning chain . ; Eternal bleffings crown my earliest friend ...
... skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to fee , My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a length'ning chain . ; Eternal bleffings crown my earliest friend ...
Pàgina 54
... 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 . Ev'n now , where Alpine folitudes afcend , I fit me down a penfive hour to spend ; And , plac ...
... 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 . Ev'n now , where Alpine folitudes afcend , I fit me down a penfive hour to spend ; And , plac ...
Pàgina 58
... skies ; The canvass glow'd beyond e'en Nature warm , The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form , Till , more unsteady than the fouthern gale , Commerce on other fhores display'd her fail ; While nought remain'd of all that riches gave ...
... skies ; The canvass glow'd beyond e'en Nature warm , The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form , Till , more unsteady than the fouthern gale , Commerce on other fhores display'd her fail ; While nought remain'd of all that riches gave ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 92 - GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind.
Pàgina 77 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Pàgina 28 - 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 14 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Pàgina 35 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Pàgina 31 - 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 book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Pàgina 36 - Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
Pàgina 18 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " 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.
Pàgina 64 - Even liberty itself is barter'd here. At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, The needy sell it, and the rich man buys; A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves...
Pàgina 32 - 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; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from.