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... printed , and will be found oftener in the hands of Goldsmith's admirers . Perhaps , however , no critic of modern times has discriminated their respective merits with more nicety than Dr. Aikin . ' If , ' says this judicious critic ...
... printed , and will be found oftener in the hands of Goldsmith's admirers . Perhaps , however , no critic of modern times has discriminated their respective merits with more nicety than Dr. Aikin . ' If , ' says this judicious critic ...
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... if number'd in the muse's train , Go , tune the lyre , and imitate his strain But , if no poet thou , reverse the plan , Depart in peace , and imitate the man . ; 1 THE DESERTED VILLAGE , A POEM ; FIRST PRINTED MONODY ...
... if number'd in the muse's train , Go , tune the lyre , and imitate his strain But , if no poet thou , reverse the plan , Depart in peace , and imitate the man . ; 1 THE DESERTED VILLAGE , A POEM ; FIRST PRINTED MONODY ...
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Oliver Goldsmith. THE DESERTED VILLAGE , A POEM ; FIRST PRINTED IN 1769 . TO SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS . DEAR SIR , I CAN.
Oliver Goldsmith. THE DESERTED VILLAGE , A POEM ; FIRST PRINTED IN 1769 . TO SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS . DEAR SIR , I CAN.
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Oliver Goldsmith. THE TRAVELLER , OR A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY ; A POEM . FIRST PRINTED IN 1765 . TO THE REV . HENRY GOLDSMITH . DEAR SIR ,
Oliver Goldsmith. THE TRAVELLER , OR A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY ; A POEM . FIRST PRINTED IN 1765 . TO THE REV . HENRY GOLDSMITH . DEAR SIR ,
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Page 24 - Now lost to all — her friends, her virtue fled — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.
Page 36 - 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 37 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, re-counts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Page 20 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 35 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Page 21 - The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Page 13 - 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 26 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe. But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Page 69 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts; A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Page 15 - Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene, Lived in each look, and brightened all the green — These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more.