The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 pàgines |
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Pàgina 33
... voice that bay'd the whisp'ring wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No cheerful ...
... voice that bay'd the whisp'ring wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made . But now the sounds of population fail , No cheerful ...
Pàgina 44
... voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ; Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow ; Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigours of the inclement clime ...
... voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ; Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow ; Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigours of the inclement clime ...
Pàgina 88
... voice , And quells the raptures which from pleasure start . O Wolfe ! to thee a streaming flood of woe , Sighing , we pay , and think e'en conquest dear ; Quebec in vain shall teach our breasts to glow , While thy sad fate extorts the ...
... voice , And quells the raptures which from pleasure start . O Wolfe ! to thee a streaming flood of woe , Sighing , we pay , and think e'en conquest dear ; Quebec in vain shall teach our breasts to glow , While thy sad fate extorts the ...
Pàgina 98
... voice to catch the theme : ' Give me another horse ! bind up my wounds ! -soft - ' twas but a dream . ' Aye , ' twas but a dream , for now there's no re- treating : If I cease Harlequin , I cease from eating . ' Twas thus that Æsop's ...
... voice to catch the theme : ' Give me another horse ! bind up my wounds ! -soft - ' twas but a dream . ' Aye , ' twas but a dream , for now there's no re- treating : If I cease Harlequin , I cease from eating . ' Twas thus that Æsop's ...
Pàgina 6
... voice in every wind , And snatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possess'd ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast . Theirs buxom health , of rosy hue , Wild wit 6 ODES .
... voice in every wind , And snatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possess'd ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast . Theirs buxom health , of rosy hue , Wild wit 6 ODES .
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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...