The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 pàgines |
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Pàgina 5
... half - witted thing , who wants to be thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet : his tawdry lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his phrensy ...
... half - witted thing , who wants to be thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet : his tawdry lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his phrensy ...
Pàgina 21
... half a patriot , half a coward grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal power ; And , thus polluting honour in its source , Gave wealth to sway ...
... half a patriot , half a coward grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal power ; And , thus polluting honour in its source , Gave wealth to sway ...
Pàgina 30
... the whole domain , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day , But chok'd with sedges , works its weedy way ; Along thy glades , a solitary guest , The hollow 30 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... the whole domain , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day , But chok'd with sedges , works its weedy way ; Along thy glades , a solitary guest , The hollow 30 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
Pàgina 38
... half willing to be prest , Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest . Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain , These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the ...
... half willing to be prest , Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest . Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain , These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the ...
Pàgina 39
... half their growth ; His seat , where solitary sports are seen , Indignant spurns the cottage from the green ; Around the world each needful product flies , For all the luxuries the world supplies ; While thus the land , adorn'd for ...
... half their growth ; His seat , where solitary sports are seen , Indignant spurns the cottage from the green ; Around the world each needful product flies , For all the luxuries the world supplies ; While thus the land , adorn'd for ...
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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...