The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with the life of the author, embellished with wood cuts by T. Bewick1809 |
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... pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal bleffings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian - faints attend ; Bleft be that spot where cheerful guests retire To paufe from toil , and trim their ev ...
... pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal bleffings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian - faints attend ; Bleft be that spot where cheerful guests retire To paufe from toil , and trim their ev ...
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... pain . But let us try thefe truths with clofer eyes , And trace them through the profpect as it lies : Here , for a while , my proper cares refign'd , Here let me fit in forrow for mankind- Like yon neglected shrub , at random caft ...
... pain . But let us try thefe truths with clofer eyes , And trace them through the profpect as it lies : Here , for a while , my proper cares refign'd , Here let me fit in forrow for mankind- Like yon neglected shrub , at random caft ...
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... pains , in my country excurfions , for these four or five years past , to be certain of what I alledge , and that all my views and en- quiries have led me to believe those miseries real , which I here attempt to difplay . But this is ...
... pains , in my country excurfions , for these four or five years past , to be certain of what I alledge , and that all my views and en- quiries have led me to believe those miseries real , which I here attempt to difplay . But this is ...
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... pain ! In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n my fhare- 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 ...
... pain ! In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n my fhare- 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 ...
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... pain ; The long remember'd beggar was his guest , Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift , now no longer proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'd ; The broken foldier , kindly bade to ...
... pain ; The long remember'd beggar was his guest , Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift , now no longer proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'd ; The broken foldier , kindly bade to ...
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Amidſt beſt beſtow bleffings bleft blifs breaſt bufy charms climes David Garrick dear diſplay Doctor eaſe Edmund Burke ev'n ev❜n eyes fame fatire feek feems feen fhall fhed figh finks firſt flies fmiles folitary fome fons forrow foul ftill ftrength fuch fure fwain fweet Glocester GOLDSMITH gueſt happineſs harmleſs heart himſelf honeft honour houſe itſelf keep a corner labour laft Lord luxury mind mirth muſt o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion paſs'd paſt pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poem poet pow'r praiſe pride purſuing raiſe reafon repoſe rife riſe rofe round ſay ſcene ſeen ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhore ſhould Sir Joshua Reynolds ſkies ſkill ſmall ſmiling ſpoke ſports ſpot ſpread ſpring ſtate ſteps ſtill STOOPS TO CONQUER ſtore ſtranger SWEET Auburn thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toil turn Twas uſeful Vide page 63 village wealth Whofe whoſe wretch
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Seite 47 - 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.
Seite 34 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Seite 42 - 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...
Seite 52 - 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.
Seite 46 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Seite 47 - 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; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Seite 65 - 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.
Seite 44 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Seite 84 - Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Seite 47 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.