The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 8
... kings , th'shepherd's humbler pride . When thus Creation's charms around com- bine , Amidst the store should thankless pride repine ? Say , should the philosophic mind disdain That good which makes each humbler bosom Let school - taught ...
... kings , th'shepherd's humbler pride . When thus Creation's charms around com- bine , Amidst the store should thankless pride repine ? Say , should the philosophic mind disdain That good which makes each humbler bosom Let school - taught ...
الصفحة 19
... these alone , And talent sinks and merit weeps unknown ; Till time may come , when , stript of all her The land of scholars , and the nurse of arms , charms , Where noble stems transmit the patriot flame , Where kings THE TRAVELLER . 19.
... these alone , And talent sinks and merit weeps unknown ; Till time may come , when , stript of all her The land of scholars , and the nurse of arms , charms , Where noble stems transmit the patriot flame , Where kings THE TRAVELLER . 19.
الصفحة 20
... kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when Freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great . Ye powers of truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low desire ; And thou , fair Freedom ...
... kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when Freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great . Ye powers of truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low desire ; And thou , fair Freedom ...
الصفحة 22
... kings , or tyrant laws restrain , How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part , which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consign'd , Our own felicity we make or find : With secret course ...
... kings , or tyrant laws restrain , How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part , which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consign'd , Our own felicity we make or find : With secret course ...
الصفحة 107
... love was sought , I do aver , By twenty beaux and more ; The king himself has follow'd her- When she has walk'd before . But now her wealth and finery fled , Her hangers 107 An Elegy on the Glory of her Sex-Mrs Mary Blaise.
... love was sought , I do aver , By twenty beaux and more ; The king himself has follow'd her- When she has walk'd before . But now her wealth and finery fled , Her hangers 107 An Elegy on the Glory of her Sex-Mrs Mary Blaise.
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ACERONIA adeo Agrippina Anicetus atque awake Baiæ bard Bartholomew fair beauty beneath blest bliss breast breath brow charms cheerful climes cried David Garrick dear death decus e'en ELEGY Eton College eyes fame fate fear fire fond gale glittering grace Gray hæc heart heaven honour ignes king labour lady land lord luxury lyre maid Margaret of Anjou Masinissa MASON mind mirth morn muse ne'er Nero never night o'er ODES Odin OLIVER GOLDSMITH Otho pain passion pasty Pindar pleas'd pleasure poem poet pomp Poppæa pride PROPHETESS quæ raptures reign repose rise round scene Scilicet shade shame shore sigh sink skies smiling song sorrow soul spread stanza sweet SWEET Auburn Taliessin tear thee thou toil Tophet trembling Twas vale venison Vide voice wealth weep Whitefoord wings youth
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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,...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...