The Poems of Oliver GoldsmithT. Bensley, 1800 - 129 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 10
Oliver Goldsmith. Blest that abode , where want and pain repair , And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts , with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Blest that abode , where want and pain repair , And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts , with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never ...
الصفحة 13
... ev'ry state , to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone . Each to the fav'rite happiness attends , And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ; Till , carried to excess in each domain , This fav'rite good ...
... ev'ry state , to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone . Each to the fav'rite happiness attends , And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ; Till , carried to excess in each domain , This fav'rite good ...
الصفحة 14
... ev'ry blast . Far to the right , where Apennine ascends , Bright as the summer , Italy extends : Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side , Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between ...
... ev'ry blast . Far to the right , where Apennine ascends , Bright as the summer , Italy extends : Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side , Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between ...
الصفحة 16
... ev'ry grove . By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd ; The sports of children satisfy the child : Each nobler aim , represt by long control , Now sinks at last , or feebly mans the soul ; While low delights , succeeding fast ...
... ev'ry grove . By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd ; The sports of children satisfy the child : Each nobler aim , represt by long control , Now sinks at last , or feebly mans the soul ; While low delights , succeeding fast ...
الصفحة 17
... angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous ploughshare to the steep ; Or seeks the den where snow - tracks mark the way , And drags the struggling savage into day , At night returning , ev'ry labour sped , He sits 17.
... angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous ploughshare to the steep ; Or seeks the den where snow - tracks mark the way , And drags the struggling savage into day , At night returning , ev'ry labour sped , He sits 17.
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Amidst bards beauties blank verse blessings blest bliss boast bow'rs breast Burke charms cheerful climes cried David Garrick dear Deserted Village diff'rent e'en Edmund Burke ev'ry eyes fame fled flies follow'd fond freedom gentle heart heav'n hermit hoard honest honour hour Hugh Kelly keep a corner land LENOX lord lovers luxury maid mind mirth Morning Chronicle ne'er neighb'ring never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion pasty patriot pindaric pity plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry pomp poor pow'r praise pride printed proud racterized rage raptures reign Richard Burke rise round Roveray scene shew'd shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul splendour spread stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN thee thine thou toil tripe turn twas venison Vicar of Wakefield virtue wand'ring wealth weep Whilst Whitefoord wish'd Woodfall wretch
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الصفحة 12 - 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. Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home.
الصفحة 52 - The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day...
الصفحة 75 - 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.
الصفحة 56 - Though very poor, may still be very 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.
الصفحة 45 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious 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.
الصفحة 9 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po ; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
الصفحة 10 - 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.
الصفحة 41 - 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.
الصفحة 46 - 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 ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
الصفحة 47 - Where many a time he triumphed is forgot. > Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...