The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With a Life and Notes, 1±ÇH.G. Bohn, 1854 |
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... beauty of the author's style is injured , even when the sense is not absolutely destroyed , will not look upon this as too trivial a matter to deserve notice . For the Biographical Memoir of Goldsmith , and for the Notes with the ...
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... beauty of a virtuous life , should have indulged in irregularities which every good man must condemn . Yet such was the warmth of his affections , and the general benevolence of his disposition , that , in spite of his follies and his ...
... beauty of a virtuous life , should have indulged in irregularities which every good man must condemn . Yet such was the warmth of his affections , and the general benevolence of his disposition , that , in spite of his follies and his ...
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... beauty groves and fields appear , Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all his manners reign : Though poor , luxurious ; though submissive , vain ; Though grave , yet trifling ; zealous , yet untrue ...
... beauty groves and fields appear , Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all his manners reign : Though poor , luxurious ; though submissive , vain ; Though grave , yet trifling ; zealous , yet untrue ...
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... beauty , his colours he spread , And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red . On the stage he was natural , simple , affecting ; ' Twas only that when he was off he was acting . With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn ...
... beauty , his colours he spread , And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red . On the stage he was natural , simple , affecting ; ' Twas only that when he was off he was acting . With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn ...
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... beauty condescend To be a dull , domestic friend ? Could any curtain lectures bring To decency so fine a thing ? In short , by night , ' twas fits or fretting ; By day , ' twas gadding or coquetting . Fond to be seen , she kept a bevy ...
... beauty condescend To be a dull , domestic friend ? Could any curtain lectures bring To decency so fine a thing ? In short , by night , ' twas fits or fretting ; By day , ' twas gadding or coquetting . Fond to be seen , she kept a bevy ...
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102 ÆäÀÌÁö - The mournful peasant leads his humble band; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave ! Where, then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits stray'd, He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare-worn common is denied.
105 ÆäÀÌÁö - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; 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 right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 50 111 fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
96 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...
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not so the loss. 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...
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good...
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - But in his duty, prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed 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.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran 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.
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More bent to raise the wretched, than to rise.