The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with illustr. by J. Absolon [and others.].1851 |
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... picture incomplete . No precise malady is mentioned , but his death is attributed to general weakness and fever , heightened by a persevering use of improper medicine . His death took place , April 4 , 1774 . In the same year appeared ...
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... pictures placed for ornament and use , The twelve good rules , the royal game of goose- The hearth , except when winter chill'd the day , With aspen boughs , and flowers , and fennel gay— While broken tea - cups , wisely kept for show ...
... pictures placed for ornament and use , The twelve good rules , the royal game of goose- The hearth , except when winter chill'd the day , With aspen boughs , and flowers , and fennel gay— While broken tea - cups , wisely kept for show ...
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... picture for painters to study- The fat was so white , and the lean was so ruddy . Though my stomach was sharp , I could scarce help regretting To spoil such a delicate picture by eating : I had thoughts in my chamber to place it in view ...
... picture for painters to study- The fat was so white , and the lean was so ruddy . Though my stomach was sharp , I could scarce help regretting To spoil such a delicate picture by eating : I had thoughts in my chamber to place it in view ...
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... pictures spread : The royal game of goose was there in view , And the twelve rules the royal martyr drew ; The seasons , framed with listing , found a place , And brave prince William show'd his lampblack face : The morn was cold , he ...
... pictures spread : The royal game of goose was there in view , And the twelve rules the royal martyr drew ; The seasons , framed with listing , found a place , And brave prince William show'd his lampblack face : The morn was cold , he ...
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... Pictures . 10 The Three Bears 6 Pictures . 2 House that Jack Built . 12 Pictures . 11 The Fox and the Geese . 6 Pictures . 3 Cock Robin & Jenny Wren 6 Pictures . 12 Little Goody Two - Shoes 6 Pictures . 4 The Cat and the Mouse . 8 Pictures ...
... Pictures . 10 The Three Bears 6 Pictures . 2 House that Jack Built . 12 Pictures . 11 The Fox and the Geese . 6 Pictures . 3 Cock Robin & Jenny Wren 6 Pictures . 12 Little Goody Two - Shoes 6 Pictures . 4 The Cat and the Mouse . 8 Pictures ...
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33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt, for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm...
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.