The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLee and Shepard, 1872 - 231 páginas |
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... grace had been apprised of their arrival , and was all impatience to see them . Unfortunately he had no cage to put them in , nor clothes to appear in before a lady of her rank . Two guineas would be sufficient for his purpose , but ...
... grace had been apprised of their arrival , and was all impatience to see them . Unfortunately he had no cage to put them in , nor clothes to appear in before a lady of her rank . Two guineas would be sufficient for his purpose , but ...
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... grace His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway , And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray . The service pass'd , around the pious man , With steady zeal , each honest rustic ran ; Even ...
... grace His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway , And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray . The service pass'd , around the pious man , With steady zeal , each honest rustic ran ; Even ...
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... grace → Half naked at a ball or race ; But when at home , at board or bed , Five greasy night - caps wrapp'd her head . Could so much beauty condescend To be a dull domestic friend ? Could any curtain lectures bring To decency so fine ...
... grace → Half naked at a ball or race ; But when at home , at board or bed , Five greasy night - caps wrapp'd her head . Could so much beauty condescend To be a dull domestic friend ? Could any curtain lectures bring To decency so fine ...
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... grace , Left but the remnant of a face . The glass , grown hateful to her sight , Reflected now - a perfect fright- Each former art she vainly tries To bring back lustre to her eyes ; In vain she tries her pastes and creams To smooth ...
... grace , Left but the remnant of a face . The glass , grown hateful to her sight , Reflected now - a perfect fright- Each former art she vainly tries To bring back lustre to her eyes ; In vain she tries her pastes and creams To smooth ...
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... grace , Nor ever cringe to men in place ; Nor undertake a dirty job , Nor draw the quill to write for Bob . Fraught with invective they ne'er go To folks at Paternoster - row : No jugglers , fiddlers , dancing - masters . No pickpockets ...
... grace , Nor ever cringe to men in place ; Nor undertake a dirty job , Nor draw the quill to write for Bob . Fraught with invective they ne'er go To folks at Paternoster - row : No jugglers , fiddlers , dancing - masters . No pickpockets ...
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adesse Anacreon ANTISTROPHE bard beauty Behold beneath Bennet Langton bless'd bliss bloom bosom bower breast charms Clent hill Colley Cibber crown'd Damon dear delight e'en e'er fair faithless fame fancy fate fire flame flowers fond gentle glow gold Goldsmith grace grove heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Johnson kings labours Leasowes Lord lyre maid METASTASIO mihi mind mirth mournful muse native ne'er numbers nunc nymph o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion peace pensive plain pleasing pleasure POET praise pride quæ rage reign rill rise round rural SATIRE OF JUVENAL scene scorn seat shade shine shore shun sibi sigh sing skies smile soft song soul square miles Stella stream swain sweet tear thee thine thou tibi toil train trees Twas vale valley verse virtue virtue's vitæ wealth wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind youth
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Página 29 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat, To persuade Tommy Townshend* to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of -dining. 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 right, to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold,...
Página ii - 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...
Página 16 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Página 46 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Página 21 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Página 37 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. ' But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. ' And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did. And so for him will I.
Página 22 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.
Página 19 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 45 - ... town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...
Página 13 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure. Still to ourselves in every place consign'd, Our own felicity we make or find : With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.