The Poems of Oliver GoldsmithGeorge Routledge and Company, 1859 - 159ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... holds both its sides " at the Incendiary Letter to " Muster * " The year of Dr. Goldsmith's birth had been universally mistaken , till his family , some time after his death , furnished correct information of the circumstance ...
... holds both its sides " at the Incendiary Letter to " Muster * " The year of Dr. Goldsmith's birth had been universally mistaken , till his family , some time after his death , furnished correct information of the circumstance ...
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... holds her state , With daring aims irregularly great . Pride in their port , defiance in their eye , I see the lords of human kind pass by , Intent on high designs - a thoughtful band , By forms unfashion'd , fresh from Nature's hand ...
... holds her state , With daring aims irregularly great . Pride in their port , defiance in their eye , I see the lords of human kind pass by , Intent on high designs - a thoughtful band , By forms unfashion'd , fresh from Nature's hand ...
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... holds her midnight reign , Here , richly - deck'd , admits the gorgeous train- Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square , The rattling chariots clash , the torches glare . Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ; Sure these ...
... holds her midnight reign , Here , richly - deck'd , admits the gorgeous train- Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square , The rattling chariots clash , the torches glare . Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ; Sure these ...
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... d to chide- ' Twas Edwin's self that press'd . " Turn , Angelina ! ever dear- My charmer , turn to see Thy own , thy long - lost Edwin here , Restor'd to love and thee . " Thus let me hold thee to my heart , 66 THE HERMIT .
... d to chide- ' Twas Edwin's self that press'd . " Turn , Angelina ! ever dear- My charmer , turn to see Thy own , thy long - lost Edwin here , Restor'd to love and thee . " Thus let me hold thee to my heart , 66 THE HERMIT .
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Oliver Goldsmith Robert Aris Willmott. " Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And every care resign ; And shall we never , never part , My life my all that's mine ! " No ; never , from this hour to part , We'll live and love so true ; The ...
Oliver Goldsmith Robert Aris Willmott. " Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And every care resign ; And shall we never , never part , My life my all that's mine ! " No ; never , from this hour to part , We'll live and love so true ; The ...
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Amidst ballad bard beauty bestow bittern bless bless'd blest bliss boast bold breast BULKLEY Bunbury CHALDEAN CHARLES LEE LEWES charms cheer CHORUS climes cried dear Duke of Cumberland Elphin Epilogue eyes fame flies folly fond gale groves Harlequin HAUNCH OF VENISON heart Heaven hermit honour humour ISRAELITISH keep a corner land Lord luxury maid mankind mansion mind mirth MISS CATLEY never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pass'd passion Pasty pity plac'd plain pleas'd pleasure poem Poet poor praise pride rage rapture Recitative reign Richard Burke rise round scene SECOND PRIEST SECOND PROPHET shore sigh sing sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling song sorrow soul spread spurn STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet Sweet AUBURN tear thee thine thou toil turn Twas venison village wealth weep Whitefoord WOMAN wretch yonder youth
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40 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...
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain; The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ill 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; II But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charmed before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day...
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.