The Poetical Works, and Essays, of Oliver GoldsmithMiltonian Press, 1818 - 253 Seiten |
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... fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey , And savage men more murd'rous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies , Mingling the ravag'd landscape with ...
... fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey , And savage men more murd'rous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies , Mingling the ravag'd landscape with ...
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... Fear , pity , justice , indignation start , Tear off reserve , and bare my swelling heart ; Till half a patriót , half a coward grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour . When ...
... Fear , pity , justice , indignation start , Tear off reserve , and bare my swelling heart ; Till half a patriót , half a coward grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour . When ...
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... fear'd for your safety , I fear'd for my own ; Macpherson write bombast , and call it a style , Our Townshend make speeches , and I shall com- pile ; New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cros over , No countryman living their tricks ...
... fear'd for your safety , I fear'd for my own ; Macpherson write bombast , and call it a style , Our Townshend make speeches , and I shall com- pile ; New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cros over , No countryman living their tricks ...
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... fear ; Who scatter'd around wit and humour at will ; Whose daily bons mots half a column might fill : A Scotchman , from pride and from prejudice free ; A scholar , yet surely no pedant was he , What pity , alas ! that so lib'ral a mind ...
... fear ; Who scatter'd around wit and humour at will ; Whose daily bons mots half a column might fill : A Scotchman , from pride and from prejudice free ; A scholar , yet surely no pedant was he , What pity , alas ! that so lib'ral a mind ...
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... day . A SONNET . WEEPING , murmuring , complaining , Lost to every gay.delight ; Mira , too sincere for feigning , Fears th ' approaching bridal night . Yet why impair thy bright perfection , Or dim thy A SONNET . 87 18 A sonnet.
... day . A SONNET . WEEPING , murmuring , complaining , Lost to every gay.delight ; Mira , too sincere for feigning , Fears th ' approaching bridal night . Yet why impair thy bright perfection , Or dim thy A SONNET . 87 18 A sonnet.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
acquaintance Alcander amusement appearance Asem Bartholomew fair beauty breast charms companion creature cried David Garrick dear devil dinner distress dress Eastcheap eyes Falstaff fancied fond fortune friendship genius genius of love gentleman give hand happiness heart Heaven honour humour justice king knew lady learning live lord luxury Lysippus mad dog mankind manner master ment mind mirth miser nature never night o'er obliged observe Old Bailey OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion pasty perceived philosopher pity pleased pleasure poor praise pride racter rapture replied resolved rience round scarce seemed smiling society soon soul spleen STOOPS TO CONQUER story sure SWEET Auburn tankard tavern tell Tenterden thee thing thou thought tion tivated toil town travelled turn Twas virtue vulgar walks Whitefoord whole wisdom youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 53 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining ; Tho' 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 right to pursue the expedient.
Seite 12 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
Seite 9 - 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, 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.
Seite 15 - The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied ; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds : The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth ; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Seite 13 - The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Seite 34 - Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Seite 10 - 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...
Seite 81 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Seite 28 - 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.
Seite 12 - 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.