The Poetical Works of Goldsmith, Collins, and T. Warton: With Lives, Critical Dissertations, and Explanatory NotesJ. Nichol, 1854 - 303ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... dear enough . In the case of Mr Nichol's edition of the British Poets , however , we have all the cheapness in price without the generally counterbalancing disadvantages . In fact , there probably never was a work submitted to the ...
... dear enough . In the case of Mr Nichol's edition of the British Poets , however , we have all the cheapness in price without the generally counterbalancing disadvantages . In fact , there probably never was a work submitted to the ...
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... dear for the ordinary buyer . Hence , with the spread of education , came the cheap and trashy editions , and now , hap- pily , comes a return of the old style and taste at a price within moderate means . . . . The authors are edited by ...
... dear for the ordinary buyer . Hence , with the spread of education , came the cheap and trashy editions , and now , hap- pily , comes a return of the old style and taste at a price within moderate means . . . . The authors are edited by ...
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... dear mother , having struggled so hard to come home to you , I wonder you're not happier to see me . " He had , accord- ing to his own account , engaged a passage in a ship from Cork to North America , but had wandered into the country ...
... dear mother , having struggled so hard to come home to you , I wonder you're not happier to see me . " He had , accord- ing to his own account , engaged a passage in a ship from Cork to North America , but had wandered into the country ...
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... dear , he left behind him ! What a pity Goldsmith has not written a full account of this remarkable tour ! One is never weary of looking at the strange , thoughtless pedestrian , with his ugly , pock - pitted face , his small , ill ...
... dear , he left behind him ! What a pity Goldsmith has not written a full account of this remarkable tour ! One is never weary of looking at the strange , thoughtless pedestrian , with his ugly , pock - pitted face , his small , ill ...
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... dear native village ; and the poem is just a daguerreotype of Lishoy and its inhabitants - only so far coloured as memory colours all the past with its own poetic hues . The same power of delicate , minute , and rapid paint- ing he has ...
... dear native village ; and the poem is just a daguerreotype of Lishoy and its inhabitants - only so far coloured as memory colours all the past with its own poetic hues . The same power of delicate , minute , and rapid paint- ing he has ...
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18 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.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - And steady loyalty, and faithful love. 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...
xxv ÆäÀÌÁö - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And even the story ran that he could gauge...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sisters and their chaste-eyed Queen, Satyrs and Sylvan Boys, were seen Peeping from forth their alleys green : Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear ; And Sport leapt up, and seized his beechen spear.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth, and cumbrous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride.