The Deserted Village, Traveller, and Miscellaneous PoemsH. Richardson, Jr., 1819 - 108 sider |
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Side 36
Oliver Goldsmith. Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail , Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food , And learn the luxury of doing good . But me , not destin'd such delights to share , My ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail , Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food , And learn the luxury of doing good . But me , not destin'd such delights to share , My ...
Side 37
... sighs , for hoards are wanting still : Thus to my breast alternate passions rise , Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man sup- plies : Yet oft a sigh prevails , and sorrows fall , To see the heard of human bliss so small And oft I ...
... sighs , for hoards are wanting still : Thus to my breast alternate passions rise , Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man sup- plies : Yet oft a sigh prevails , and sorrows fall , To see the heard of human bliss so small And oft I ...
Side 38
... sighs at every blast . Far to the right , where Appennine ascends , Bright as the summer , Italy extends ; Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side , Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; While oft 38 THE TRAVELLER .
... sighs at every blast . Far to the right , where Appennine ascends , Bright as the summer , Italy extends ; Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side , Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; While oft 38 THE TRAVELLER .
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... my all that's mine ? ' No , never from this hour to part , We'll live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart , Sall break thy Edwin's too . ' 6 RETALIATION , A POEM : FIRST PRINTED IN 1774 , THE HERMIT . 61.
... my all that's mine ? ' No , never from this hour to part , We'll live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart , Sall break thy Edwin's too . ' 6 RETALIATION , A POEM : FIRST PRINTED IN 1774 , THE HERMIT . 61.
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... sigh at ; Alas , that such frolic should now be so quiet ! What spirits were his what wit and what whim ! Now breaking a jest , and now breaking a limb † ; Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball ; Now teazing and vexing , yet ...
... sigh at ; Alas , that such frolic should now be so quiet ! What spirits were his what wit and what whim ! Now breaking a jest , and now breaking a limb † ; Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball ; Now teazing and vexing , yet ...
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admired Amidst ballad bard blank verse blessings blest bliss boast bowers breast bridal night Burke charms cheerful climes cried David Garrick dear decay Deserted Village eyes fame fled flies follow'd folly fond gentle guest HAUNCH HAUNCH OF VENISON heart heaven Hermit Hoards honest honor humble humor imitate keep a corner land lord lovers luxury maid mind mirth ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion pasty patriot perhaps pity plac'd plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry pomp poor praise pride proud rage raptures reign Reynolds Richard Burke rise round scene shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET Auburn talk'd thee thine thou toil tripe turn Twas tyrant venison Vide page 65 wealth weep Whitefoord wish'd Woodfall wretch
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Side 24 - Now lost to all — her friends, her virtue fled — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.
Side 36 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Side 37 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, re-counts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Side 20 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Side 35 - 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.
Side 21 - The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Side 13 - 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...
Side 26 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe. But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Side 69 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts; A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Side 15 - Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene, Lived in each look, and brightened all the green — These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more.