The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 pages |
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... 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 fire . What reception a poem may find ...
... 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 fire . What reception a poem may find ...
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... their bliss supplies , It gives their follies also room to rise ; For praise too dearly lov'd , or warmly sought , Enfeebles all internal strength of thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans 16 THE TRAVELLER .
... their bliss supplies , It gives their follies also room to rise ; For praise too dearly lov'd , or warmly sought , Enfeebles all internal strength of thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans 16 THE TRAVELLER .
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... thoughts had rest in heaven . As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm , Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . Beside yon ...
... thoughts had rest in heaven . As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm , Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . Beside yon ...
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... thoughts ? ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose ...
... thoughts ? ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shiv'ring female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as the primrose ...
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... thoughts , in my chambers to place it in view , To be shown to my friends as a piece of virtu ; As in some Irish houses , where things are so - so , One gammon of bacon hangs up for a show ; But , for eating a rasher of what they take ...
... thoughts , in my chambers to place it in view , To be shown to my friends as a piece of virtu ; As in some Irish houses , where things are so - so , One gammon of bacon hangs up for a show ; But , for eating a rasher of what they take ...
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ACERONIA ÆSCHYLUS AGRIPPINA Anicetus atque awake Baiæ bard Bartholomew fair beneath bliss blooming band breast breath brow Cæsar charms cheerful climes cried daughter dear death dread e'en Elegy Eolian Eton College eyes fame fate fear fire fond FRAGMENT glittering glory golden grace Gray hæc hand heart Heaven honour John Penn king lady land Lord lyre maid Margaret of Anjou Masinissa MASON mind morn mother muse ne'er Nero night o'er Odin OLIVER GOLDSMITH Otho pain passion Pindar pleasure poem poet pride PROPHETESS pursue quæ raptures reign repose rise round scene shade shame sight skies smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit stanza STOOPS TO CONQUER sweet Taliessin tear thee Thormodus Torfæus thou trembling Twas vale venison victorious bands voice wealth weep wing written yonder youth
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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,...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...