The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 pages |
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... youth struck blind by Lightning A Prologue , written and spoken by the Poet La- berius , a Roman Knight whom Cæsar forced upon the Stage a 102 Epitaph on Edward Purdon 103 • Epilogue to the " Comedy of the Sisters ' Sonnet 104 106 • An ...
... youth struck blind by Lightning A Prologue , written and spoken by the Poet La- berius , a Roman Knight whom Cæsar forced upon the Stage a 102 Epitaph on Edward Purdon 103 • Epilogue to the " Comedy of the Sisters ' Sonnet 104 106 • An ...
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... youth , when every sport could please ; How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endear'd each scene ; How often have I paus'd on every charm , The shelter'd cot , the cultivated farm , The never - failing brook ...
... youth , when every sport could please ; How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endear'd each scene ; How often have I paus'd on every charm , The shelter'd cot , the cultivated farm , The never - failing brook ...
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... decline , Retreat from cares , that never must be mine , How blest is he who crowns , in shades like these , A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try , And 32 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... decline , Retreat from cares , that never must be mine , How blest is he who crowns , in shades like these , A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try , And 32 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
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... youth confirms her reign , Slights every borrow'd charm that dress supplies Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes ; But when those charms are past , for charms are frail , When time advances , and when lovers fail , 40 She then ...
... youth confirms her reign , Slights every borrow'd charm that dress supplies Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes ; But when those charms are past , for charms are frail , When time advances , and when lovers fail , 40 She then ...
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... youth , ' he cried , ' The sorrows of thy breast ? ' From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ; Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? ' Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay ...
... youth , ' he cried , ' The sorrows of thy breast ? ' From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ; Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? ' Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay ...
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Page 36 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 67 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 32 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Page 61 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Page 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Page 53 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Page 61 - 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 rigid 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.
Page 29 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old...
Page 13 - 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...
Page 41 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...