The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 sider |
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... Keeps man from man , and breaks the social tie . The self - dependent lordlings stand alone , All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown ; Here , by the bonds of nature feebly held , Minds combat minds , repelling and repell'd ...
... Keeps man from man , and breaks the social tie . The self - dependent lordlings stand alone , All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown ; Here , by the bonds of nature feebly held , Minds combat minds , repelling and repell'd ...
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... keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes , for pride attends us still , Amidst the swains to show my book - learned skill ; Around my fire an evening group to draw , And tell of all I felt , and all I saw ; And , as a ...
... keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes , for pride attends us still , Amidst the swains to show my book - learned skill ; Around my fire an evening group to draw , And tell of all I felt , and all I saw ; And , as a ...
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... keep'st me so ; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel , Thou nurse of every virtue , fare thee well : Farewell ; and oh ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ; Whether where equinoctial fervours ...
... keep'st me so ; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel , Thou nurse of every virtue , fare thee well : Farewell ; and oh ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ; Whether where equinoctial fervours ...
Side 54
... keep a corner for that . ' ' We'll all keep a corner , ' the lady cried out ; ' We'll all keep a corner , was echoed about . While thus we resolved , and the pasty delay'd , With looks that quite petrified , enter'd the maid : A visage ...
... keep a corner for that . ' ' We'll all keep a corner , ' the lady cried out ; ' We'll all keep a corner , was echoed about . While thus we resolved , and the pasty delay'd , With looks that quite petrified , enter'd the maid : A visage ...
Side 62
... keep up the ball ; Now teazing and vexing , yet laughing at all . * Vide page 59 . + Mr. Richard Burke ; vide page 59. This gentle- man having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs , at different times , the doctor had rallied him ...
... keep up the ball ; Now teazing and vexing , yet laughing at all . * Vide page 59 . + Mr. Richard Burke ; vide page 59. This gentle- man having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs , at different times , the doctor had rallied him ...
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Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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,...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...