The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... force from the ceremonies of a Dedi- cation ; and perhaps it demands an excuse thus to prefix your name to my attempts , which you decline giving with your own . But as a part of this poem was formerly written to you from Switzerland ...
... force from the ceremonies of a Dedi- cation ; and perhaps it demands an excuse thus to prefix your name to my attempts , which you decline giving with your own . But as a part of this poem was formerly written to you from Switzerland ...
Pàgina 5
... force , and his phrensy fire . What reception a poem may find , which has neither abuse , party , nor blank verse to support it , I cannot tell , nor am I solicitous to know . My aims are right . Without espousing the cause of any party ...
... force , and his phrensy fire . What reception a poem may find , which has neither abuse , party , nor blank verse to support it , I cannot tell , nor am I solicitous to know . My aims are right . Without espousing the cause of any party ...
Pàgina 13
... 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 , But winter lingering , chills the lap of May ; No zephyr ...
... 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 , But winter lingering , chills the lap of May ; No zephyr ...
Pàgina 19
... force unwilling awe . Hence all obedience bows to these alone , And talent sinks and merit weeps unknown ; Till time may come , when , stript of all her charms , The land of scholars , and the nurse of arms , Where noble stems transmit ...
... force unwilling awe . Hence all obedience bows to these alone , And talent sinks and merit weeps unknown ; Till time may come , when , stript of all her charms , The land of scholars , and the nurse of arms , Where noble stems transmit ...
Pàgina 21
... force . Have we not seen , round Britain's peopled shore , Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore ; Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste , Like flaring tapers bright'ning as they waste ; Seen Opulence , her grandeur to ...
... force . Have we not seen , round Britain's peopled shore , Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore ; Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste , Like flaring tapers bright'ning as they waste ; Seen Opulence , her grandeur to ...
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Pàgina 36 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd 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 67 - 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 32 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Pàgina 61 - 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 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Pàgina 53 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Pàgina 61 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit : Too nice for a statesman ; too proud for a wit ; For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge disobedient ; And too fond of the rigid to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir — To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Pàgina 29 - 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, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old...
Pàgina 13 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Pàgina 41 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...