The Poems of Oliver GoldsmithT. Bensley, 1800 - 129 sider |
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... . New lost to all : her friends , her virtue fled , Near her betrayer's door she lays her head ( . The Deserted Village . Published 1December 1800 , by FJ.Du Roverty , London . Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray , And Page 52 .
... . New lost to all : her friends , her virtue fled , Near her betrayer's door she lays her head ( . The Deserted Village . Published 1December 1800 , by FJ.Du Roverty , London . Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray , And Page 52 .
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... virtues leave the land . Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail , That idly waiting flaps with ev'ry gale , Downward they move , a melancholy band , Pass from the shore , and darken all the strand . Contented toil , and ...
... virtues leave the land . Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail , That idly waiting flaps with ev'ry gale , Downward they move , a melancholy band , Pass from the shore , and darken all the strand . Contented toil , and ...
Side 56
... virtue , fare thee well ! Farewell , and O ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ,. Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing ...
... virtue , fare thee well ! Farewell , and O ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ,. Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing ...
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... virtues and feelings , that folly grows proud ; And coxcombs , alike in their failings alone , Adopting his portraits are pleas'd with their own . Say , where has our poet this malady caught ? Or wherefore his characters thus without ...
... virtues and feelings , that folly grows proud ; And coxcombs , alike in their failings alone , Adopting his portraits are pleas'd with their own . Say , where has our poet this malady caught ? Or wherefore his characters thus without ...
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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...