The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 pàgines |
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... pleasure in what contributes to increase the distem- per . Like the tiger , that seldom desists from pur- suing man after having once preyed upon human flesh , the reader who has once gratified his appetite with calumny , makes , ever ...
... pleasure in what contributes to increase the distem- per . Like the tiger , that seldom desists from pur- suing man after having once preyed upon human flesh , the reader who has once gratified his appetite with calumny , makes , ever ...
Pàgina 14
... pleasures are but few ; For every want that stimulates the breast , Becomes a source of pleasure when redrest , Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies , That 14 THE TRAVELLER .
... pleasures are but few ; For every want that stimulates the breast , Becomes a source of pleasure when redrest , Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies , That 14 THE TRAVELLER .
Pàgina 15
... pleasures cloy , To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame , Catch every nerve , and vibrate thro ' the frame . Their level life is but a mouldering fire , Unquench'd by want , unfann'd ...
... pleasures cloy , To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame , Catch every nerve , and vibrate thro ' the frame . Their level life is but a mouldering fire , Unquench'd by want , unfann'd ...
Pàgina 17
Oliver Goldsmith. And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence Ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace ...
Oliver Goldsmith. And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence Ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace ...
Pàgina 21
... pleasure's lordly call , The smiling long - frequented village fall ; Beheld the duteous son , the sire decay'd , The modest matron , and the blushing maid , Forc'd from their homes , a melancholy train , To traverse climes beyond the ...
... pleasure's lordly call , The smiling long - frequented village fall ; Beheld the duteous son , the sire decay'd , The modest matron , and the blushing maid , Forc'd from their homes , a melancholy train , To traverse climes beyond the ...
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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...