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 lvi
... the fimple dear , For daily bleffings mark'd thy virtuous year ; The rich receiv'd a moral from thy head , And from thy heart the ftranger found a bed . Distress Distress came always fmiling from thy door ; For God Ivi THE TEARS , & c .
... the fimple dear , For daily bleffings mark'd thy virtuous year ; The rich receiv'd a moral from thy head , And from thy heart the ftranger found a bed . Distress Distress came always fmiling from thy door ; For God Ivi THE TEARS , & c .
Pàgina lvii
... fmiling from thy door ; For God had made the agent to the poor ; Had form'd thy feelings on the noblest plan , To grace at once , the Poet , and the Man . A EXTRACT FROM MONO DY ON THE DEATH OF DR . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . DARK as the night ...
... fmiling from thy door ; For God had made the agent to the poor ; Had form'd thy feelings on the noblest plan , To grace at once , the Poet , and the Man . A EXTRACT FROM MONO DY ON THE DEATH OF DR . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . DARK as the night ...
Pàgina lviii
... fmiling train , " Nor fportful paftime circling on the plain ; " No needy villains proul around for prey , " No flanderers , no fycophants betray ; " No gaudy foplings fcornfully deride " The fwain , whofe humble pipe is all his pride ...
... fmiling train , " Nor fportful paftime circling on the plain ; " No needy villains proul around for prey , " No flanderers , no fycophants betray ; " No gaudy foplings fcornfully deride " The fwain , whofe humble pipe is all his pride ...
Pàgina 40
... fmiling land . But fmall the blifs that fenfe alone beftows , And fenfual blifs is all the nation knows . In florid beauty groves and fields appear , Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrafted faults through all his ...
... fmiling land . But fmall the blifs that fenfe alone beftows , And fenfual blifs is all the nation knows . In florid beauty groves and fields appear , Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrafted faults through all his ...
Pàgina 59
... fmiling spring its earlieft vifit paid , And parting fummer's ling'ring blooms delay'd . Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease , Seats of my youth , when every sport could please , How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green , Where ...
... fmiling spring its earlieft vifit paid , And parting fummer's ling'ring blooms delay'd . Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease , Seats of my youth , when every sport could please , How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green , Where ...
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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 69 - 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 68 - 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 68 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Pàgina 68 - 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 xxi - 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 103 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts ; A flattering painter, who made it his care, To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Pàgina 64 - 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...
Pàgina 73 - Ah, no. To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Pàgina 74 - 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 61 - 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...