The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith ...: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Author's LifeB. Johnson, 1813 - 107 pages |
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... blest the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the viliage train , from labour free , sports beneath the spreading tree , Led up their While many a pastime circled in the shade , The THE ...
... blest the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the viliage train , from labour free , sports beneath the spreading tree , Led up their While many a pastime circled in the shade , The THE ...
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... blest retirement , friend to life's decline , Retreats from care , that never must be mine , 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 ...
... blest retirement , friend to life's decline , Retreats from care , that never must be mine , 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 ...
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... blest , Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; 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 ...
... blest , Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; 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 ...
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... blest the cot where every pleasure rose ; And kiss'd her thoughtless babes with many a tear , And clasp'd them close , in sorrow doubly dear ; Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief . O luxury ...
... blest the cot where every pleasure rose ; And kiss'd her thoughtless babes with many a tear , And clasp'd them close , in sorrow doubly dear ; Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief . O luxury ...
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... blest ; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay , As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away ; While self - dependent power can time defy , As rocks resist the billows and the sky , TO THE REV . HENRY GOLDSMITH . DEAR SIR , 36.
... blest ; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay , As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away ; While self - dependent power can time defy , As rocks resist the billows and the sky , TO THE REV . HENRY GOLDSMITH . DEAR SIR , 36.
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Page 23 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 26 - 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.
Page 41 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 46 - 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...
Page 21 - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, — These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These, round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms, — but all these charms are fled!
Page 94 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
Page 22 - His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. But times are alter'd ; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain ; Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth, and cumbrous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride.
Page 42 - But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Page 44 - That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground ; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Page 25 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.