The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLittle, Brown, 1853 - 176페이지 |
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... rise . Poeta nascitur : before he was eight years old , he scribbled verses on scraps of paper , and then committed them to the flames . His early attempts at rhyme afforded amusement to his father's family ; manifest gleams of open ...
... rise . Poeta nascitur : before he was eight years old , he scribbled verses on scraps of paper , and then committed them to the flames . His early attempts at rhyme afforded amusement to his father's family ; manifest gleams of open ...
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... rise to preferment . Teach , then , my dear sir , to your son thrift and economy . Let his poor wandering uncle's exam- ple be placed before his eyes . I had learned from books to be disinterested and generous , before I was taught from ...
... rise to preferment . Teach , then , my dear sir , to your son thrift and economy . Let his poor wandering uncle's exam- ple be placed before his eyes . I had learned from books to be disinterested and generous , before I was taught from ...
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... rise when they are addressed to you ; for , believe me , my head has no share in all I write , my heart dictates the whole . Pray give my love to Bob Bryanton , and entreat him , from me , not to drink . My dear sir , give me some ...
... rise when they are addressed to you ; for , believe me , my head has no share in all I write , my heart dictates the whole . Pray give my love to Bob Bryanton , and entreat him , from me , not to drink . My dear sir , give me some ...
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... rising hill , the river winding at its foot . 44 One of the greatest blemishes is the frequent insertion of the word here ' to fill up the line . Goldsmith is said to have been four or five years collecting materials for this poem , and ...
... rising hill , the river winding at its foot . 44 One of the greatest blemishes is the frequent insertion of the word here ' to fill up the line . Goldsmith is said to have been four or five years collecting materials for this poem , and ...
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... affections were social and generous , and when he had money he gave it away very liberally . His desire of imaginary consequence predominated over his attention to truth . When he began to rise into clii ANECDOTES OF GOLDSMITH .
... affections were social and generous , and when he had money he gave it away very liberally . His desire of imaginary consequence predominated over his attention to truth . When he began to rise into clii ANECDOTES OF GOLDSMITH .
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Æsop appeared BALLYMAHON beauty Bennet Langton blest bliss booksellers Boswell breast brother BULKLEY Burke called character charms comedy Cradock David Garrick DEAR SIR death Deserted Village Doctor Dublin e'en Edmund Burke Elphin Epilogue epitaph eyes fame favour fond fortune Garrick gave genius gentleman give Gold happiness heart History honour humour Ireland Johnson kind labour lady laugh learning letter Lishoy literary live Lord manner merit mind MISS CATLEY nature never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion play pleas'd pleasure poem poet Poet's poor Goldsmith praise pride Prologue PROPHET Sir Joshua Reynolds smiling song Stoops to Conquer stranger supposed sure talents talk Temple thee thing thou thought tion told Traveller truth turn Twas venison Vicar of Wakefield VIRG Westminster Abbey Whitefoord wretch write written wrote
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51 페이지 - 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 페이지 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
40 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...