The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With a Life and Notes, Volume 1H.G. Bohn, 1854 |
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... heart and generous affections , he was at all times liberal to the distressed ; of an unsuspicious temper , he often became the dupe of the designing and the worthless . He would rise from his bed at midnight , to relieve the wants of a ...
... heart and generous affections , he was at all times liberal to the distressed ; of an unsuspicious temper , he often became the dupe of the designing and the worthless . He would rise from his bed at midnight , to relieve the wants of a ...
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... heart , and conjures up , in all their freshness , those early associations upon which the mind ever delights to dwell . The splendours of Italy , and the rude magnificence of Switzerland , in the poet's eloquent description , may ...
... heart , and conjures up , in all their freshness , those early associations upon which the mind ever delights to dwell . The splendours of Italy , and the rude magnificence of Switzerland , in the poet's eloquent description , may ...
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... heart by their familiarity . *** He is no disciple of the gaunt and famished school of simplicity . *** He uses the ornaments which must always distinguish true poetry from prose ; and when he adopts colloquial plainness , it is with ...
... heart by their familiarity . *** He is no disciple of the gaunt and famished school of simplicity . *** He uses the ornaments which must always distinguish true poetry from prose ; and when he adopts colloquial plainness , it is with ...
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... heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ! Blest ...
... heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ! Blest ...
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... heart and long - fall'n mind An easy compensation seem to find . Here may be seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade ; Processions form'd for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove . By ...
... heart and long - fall'n mind An easy compensation seem to find . Here may be seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade ; Processions form'd for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove . By ...
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Page 102 - 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? If to some common's fenceless limits stray'd, He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare-worn common is denied.
Page 105 - 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; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Page 118 - 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; 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, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
Page 96 - Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 50 111 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.
Page 96 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ; One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 102 - Not so the loss. 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...
Page 81 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good...
Page 99 - But in his duty, prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries 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.
Page 130 - 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.
Page 99 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More bent to raise the wretched, than to rise.