The poetical and prose works of Oliver Goldsmith, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1859 - 560ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot below , Who can direct , when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ...
... hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot below , Who can direct , when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ...
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... Hope the wretch relies ; And every blow that sinks the heart Bids expectation rise . Hope , like the taper's gleamy light , Adorns the wretch's way ; And still , as darker grows the night , Emits a brighter ray . SECOND PRIEST . Why ...
... Hope the wretch relies ; And every blow that sinks the heart Bids expectation rise . Hope , like the taper's gleamy light , Adorns the wretch's way ; And still , as darker grows the night , Emits a brighter ray . SECOND PRIEST . Why ...
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... roar , While winds and waves their wishes cross , - They stood , while hope and comfort fail , Not to assist , but to bewail The inevitable loss . Relentless tyrant , at thy call How do the good 48 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
... roar , While winds and waves their wishes cross , - They stood , while hope and comfort fail , Not to assist , but to bewail The inevitable loss . Relentless tyrant , at thy call How do the good 48 GOLDSMITH'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... hope you'll readily agree I've all the critics and the wits for me . They , I am sure , will answer my commands ; Ye candid judging few , hold up your hands . What ! no return ? I find , too late I fear , That modern judges seldom enter ...
... hope you'll readily agree I've all the critics and the wits for me . They , I am sure , will answer my commands ; Ye candid judging few , hold up your hands . What ! no return ? I find , too late I fear , That modern judges seldom enter ...
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... hope for quarter ? No high - life scenes , no sentiment : -the creature Still stoops among the low to copy nature . Yes , he's far gone : -and yet some pity fix , The English laws forbid to punish lunatics . EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY MR LEE ...
... hope for quarter ? No high - life scenes , no sentiment : -the creature Still stoops among the low to copy nature . Yes , he's far gone : -and yet some pity fix , The English laws forbid to punish lunatics . EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY MR LEE ...
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21 ÆäÀÌÁö - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
18 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 ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - The hearth, except when winter chill'd the day, With aspen boughs and flowers and fennel gay; While broken teacups, wisely kept for show, Ranged o'er the chimney, glisten'd in a row. Vain transitory splendours! could not all Reprieve the tottering mansion from its fall! Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart An hour's importance to the poor man's heart...
20 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...
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thundering sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - While, scourged by famine from the smiling land, The mournful peasant leads his humble band ; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
22 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; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined. But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, With all the freaks of wanton wealth array...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em. 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. 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...