The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 Seiten |
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... 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 , The service past , around the pious man , With steady zeal , each honest rustic ran ...
... 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 , The service past , around the pious man , With steady zeal , each honest rustic ran ...
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... grace , Half naked at a ball or race ; But when at home , at board or bed , Five greasy night - caps wrapp'd her head . Could so much beauty condescend To be a dull domestic friend ? Could any curtain - lectures bring To decency so fine ...
... grace , Half naked at a ball or race ; But when at home , at board or bed , Five greasy night - caps wrapp'd her head . Could so much beauty condescend To be a dull domestic friend ? Could any curtain - lectures bring To decency so fine ...
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... , Lo ! the small - pox , whose horrid glare Levell'd its terrors at the fair ; And , rifling every youthful grace , Left but the remnant of a face . The glass , grown hateful to her sight , Reflected DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION . 83.
... , Lo ! the small - pox , whose horrid glare Levell'd its terrors at the fair ; And , rifling every youthful grace , Left but the remnant of a face . The glass , grown hateful to her sight , Reflected DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION . 83.
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... grace , Nor ever cringe to men in place ; Nor undertake a dirty job , Nor draw the quill to write for Bob . Fraught with invective they ne'er go To folks at Paternoster - row : No judges , fiddlers , dancing - masters , No pickpockets ...
... grace , Nor ever cringe to men in place ; Nor undertake a dirty job , Nor draw the quill to write for Bob . Fraught with invective they ne'er go To folks at Paternoster - row : No judges , fiddlers , dancing - masters , No pickpockets ...
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... grace his obsequies . Ver . 55. The shrieks of death , through Berkley's roof that ring ] Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley Castle . Ver . 57. She - wolf of France ] Isabel of France , Ed- ward the Second's adulterous ...
... grace his obsequies . Ver . 55. The shrieks of death , through Berkley's roof that ring ] Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley Castle . Ver . 57. She - wolf of France ] Isabel of France , Ed- ward the Second's adulterous ...
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ACERONIA ÆSCHYLUS AGRIPPINA Anicetus atque awake Baiæ bard Bartholomew fair beneath bliss blooming band breast breath brow Cæsar charms cheerful climes cried daughter dear death dread e'en Elegy Eolian Eton College eyes fame fate fear fire fond FRAGMENT glittering glory golden grace Gray hæc hand heart Heaven honour John Penn king lady land Lord lyre maid Margaret of Anjou Masinissa MASON mind morn mother muse ne'er Nero night o'er Odin OLIVER GOLDSMITH Otho pain passion Pindar pleasure poem poet pride PROPHETESS pursue quæ raptures reign repose rise round scene shade shame sight skies smile soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit stanza STOOPS TO CONQUER sweet Taliessin tear thee Thormodus Torfæus thou trembling Twas vale venison victorious bands voice wealth weep wing written yonder youth
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Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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,...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...