The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith ...: To which is Prefixed an Account of the Author's LifeB. Johnson, 1813 - 107ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... looks of love , ' The matron's glance that would those looks reprove . These were thy charms , sweet village sports like these , With sweet succession , taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed ...
... looks of love , ' The matron's glance that would those looks reprove . These were thy charms , sweet village sports like these , With sweet succession , taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed ...
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... that folly pays to pride . Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom Those calm desires that ask'd but little room , Those healthful sports that grac'd the peace- ful scene , . Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the 23.
... that folly pays to pride . Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom Those calm desires that ask'd but little room , Those healthful sports that grac'd the peace- ful scene , . Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the 23.
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... look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power . Here , as I take ...
... look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power . Here , as I take ...
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... looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway , And fools , who came to scoff , remain'd to pray . The service past , around the pious man , With steady zeal , each honest rustic ran : E'en children ...
... looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway , And fools , who came to scoff , remain'd to pray . The service past , around the pious man , With steady zeal , each honest rustic ran : E'en children ...
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... looks pro- found , And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendors of that festive place ; The white - wash'd wall , nicely sanded floor , The varnish'd clock that click'd behind ...
... looks pro- found , And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendors of that festive place ; The white - wash'd wall , nicely sanded floor , The varnish'd clock that click'd behind ...
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23 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.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
41 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.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, — These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These, round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms, — but all these charms are fled!
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. But times are alter'd ; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain ; 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.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground ; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.