The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithW. Pickering, 1851 - 176ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... told me she was the first who put a book into Goldsmith's hand ; by which she meant that she taught him his letters . She was allied to him , and kept a little school . ' v . Dr. Strean's Letter to the Rev. Ed . Mangin , p . 144. Dr ...
... told me she was the first who put a book into Goldsmith's hand ; by which she meant that she taught him his letters . She was allied to him , and kept a little school . ' v . Dr. Strean's Letter to the Rev. Ed . Mangin , p . 144. Dr ...
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... told his story , or sang his song , with the humour which characterizes his country , and is said to have written poems , of which no specimen is preserved . Before he left Edinburgh he had acquired the friendship of Mr. L. Maclean and ...
... told his story , or sang his song , with the humour which characterizes his country , and is said to have written poems , of which no specimen is preserved . Before he left Edinburgh he had acquired the friendship of Mr. L. Maclean and ...
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... told me that he had submitted his pro- duction , so far as he had written , to Mr. Richard- son , the author of Clarissa , on which I peremp- torily declined offering another criticism on the performance . The name and subject of the ...
... told me that he had submitted his pro- duction , so far as he had written , to Mr. Richard- son , the author of Clarissa , on which I peremp- torily declined offering another criticism on the performance . The name and subject of the ...
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... told me , that he was present one day when Goldsmith , in a circle of good company , began with , ' When I lived among the beggars of Axe Lane ' - every one present was well acquainted with the varied habits of Goldsmith's life , and ...
... told me , that he was present one day when Goldsmith , in a circle of good company , began with , ' When I lived among the beggars of Axe Lane ' - every one present was well acquainted with the varied habits of Goldsmith's life , and ...
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... told by Boswell ( v . Life , i . 360 ) , by Mrs. Piozzi ( Anecd . p . 119 ) , and by Cumberland ( v . Life , p . 273 ) , all from Johnson's own relation , and all differently , so difficult it is to come at the truth . 28 " I do not ...
... told by Boswell ( v . Life , i . 360 ) , by Mrs. Piozzi ( Anecd . p . 119 ) , and by Cumberland ( v . Life , p . 273 ) , all from Johnson's own relation , and all differently , so difficult it is to come at the truth . 28 " I do not ...
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37 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.
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.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep ; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow. And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - The mournful peasant leads his humble band; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave ! Where, then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride?
14 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...
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven : As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.