The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLittle, Brown, 1853 - 176ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... look kinder . But it shall not be . In five or six years I hope to indulge those transports . I find I want constitution and a strong , steady disposi- tion , which alone makes men great . I will , how- ever , correct my faults , since ...
... look kinder . But it shall not be . In five or six years I hope to indulge those transports . I find I want constitution and a strong , steady disposi- tion , which alone makes men great . I will , how- ever , correct my faults , since ...
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... looks ill nature itself ; in short , I have brought myself into a settled melancholy , and an utter disgust of all that life brings with it . Whence this romantic turn , that all our family are possessed with ? Whence this love for ...
... looks ill nature itself ; in short , I have brought myself into a settled melancholy , and an utter disgust of all that life brings with it . Whence this romantic turn , that all our family are possessed with ? Whence this love for ...
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... look at any part of it , you will say that I am a sour whig . God bless you , and with my most respectful compliments to her ladyship , I remain , dear Sir , Your most affectionate humble Servant , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . Temple , Brick ...
... look at any part of it , you will say that I am a sour whig . God bless you , and with my most respectful compliments to her ladyship , I remain , dear Sir , Your most affectionate humble Servant , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . Temple , Brick ...
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... looks a little too highly coloured ; but in the main it is no doubt true . The catalogue of our poor Poet's frailties and weaknesses is now sufficiently complete : let us at length turn from them , and close our Me- moir with a ...
... looks a little too highly coloured ; but in the main it is no doubt true . The catalogue of our poor Poet's frailties and weaknesses is now sufficiently complete : let us at length turn from them , and close our Me- moir with a ...
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... is therefore my intention , in this letter , to offer you a few hints on this most important subject . When you come to look abroad into the world , and to study the different characters of men , you LIFE OF GOLDSMITH . cvii.
... is therefore my intention , in this letter , to offer you a few hints on this most important subject . When you come to look abroad into the world , and to study the different characters of men , you LIFE OF GOLDSMITH . cvii.
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51 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...
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
104 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.
46 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.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
45 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...
102 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.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed: Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene!
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash , the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue...