The Poems of Oliver GoldsmithT. Bensley, 1800 - 129 sider |
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Side 21
... ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace , And trims her robes of frieze with copper lace ; Here beggar - pride defrauds her daily cheer , To boast one splendid banquet once a year . The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws , Nor 21.
... ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace , And trims her robes of frieze with copper lace ; Here beggar - pride defrauds her daily cheer , To boast one splendid banquet once a year . The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws , Nor 21.
Side 22
Oliver Goldsmith. The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws , Nor weighs the solid worth of self - applause . To men of other minds my fancy flies , Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies , Methinks her patient sons before me ...
Oliver Goldsmith. The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws , Nor weighs the solid worth of self - applause . To men of other minds my fancy flies , Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies , Methinks her patient sons before me ...
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... beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made ! How often have I bless'd the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the village train , from labour free , The Deserted Village, a Poem.
... beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made ! How often have I bless'd the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play , And all the village train , from labour free , The Deserted Village, a Poem.
Side 40
... 'd , return to view Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , 40.
... 'd , return to view Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , 40.
Side 45
... turns dismay'd , The rev'rend champion stood . At his control , Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last falt'ring accents whisper'd praise . At church , with meek and ...
... turns dismay'd , The rev'rend champion stood . At his control , Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last falt'ring accents whisper'd praise . At church , with meek and ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 52 - The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...