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 xxi
... thofe of his profe . The Earl of Lifburne , whofe claffical tafte is well known , one day at a dinner of the Royal Academicians , la- mented to the Doctor his neglecting the muses , and enquired of him why he for- fook poetry , in which ...
... thofe of his profe . The Earl of Lifburne , whofe claffical tafte is well known , one day at a dinner of the Royal Academicians , la- mented to the Doctor his neglecting the muses , and enquired of him why he for- fook poetry , in which ...
Pàgina l
... Thofe form'd to charm e'en vicious minds , - and these With harmless mirth the focial foul to please . Another's woe thy heart could always melt ; None gave more free , -for none more deeply felt . Sweet bard , adieu ! thy own ...
... Thofe form'd to charm e'en vicious minds , - and these With harmless mirth the focial foul to please . Another's woe thy heart could always melt ; None gave more free , -for none more deeply felt . Sweet bard , adieu ! thy own ...
Pàgina 36
... thofe feafts with fimple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jefts or pranks that never fail , Or figh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or prefs the bashful stranger to his food , And learn the luxury of ...
... thofe feafts with fimple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jefts or pranks that never fail , Or figh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or prefs the bashful stranger to his food , And learn the luxury of ...
Pàgina 42
... his native wilds impart , Imprints the patriot paffion on his heart ; And even thofe ills , that round his mansion rife , Enhance the blifs his fcanty fund fupplies . Dear Dear is that shed to which his foul conforms , 42 THE TRAVELLER .
... his native wilds impart , Imprints the patriot paffion on his heart ; And even thofe ills , that round his mansion rife , Enhance the blifs his fcanty fund fupplies . Dear Dear is that shed to which his foul conforms , 42 THE TRAVELLER .
Pàgina 43
... thofe powers that raise the foul to flame , Catch every nerve , and vibrate through the frame . Their level life is but a mouldering fire , Unquench'd by want , unfann'd by strong defire ; Unfit for raptures , or , if raptures chear On ...
... thofe powers that raise the foul to flame , Catch every nerve , and vibrate through the frame . Their level life is but a mouldering fire , Unquench'd by want , unfann'd by strong defire ; Unfit for raptures , or , if raptures chear On ...
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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...