The Poetical Works, Complete, of Oliver Goldsmith ... with Some Account of His Life and Literature: To which are Prefixed Several Poetical Tributes to His Memory, by Contemportary Writers |
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Page xix
... as that of the letter , which he conceives to be the composi- tion of an incendiary , and feels a thousand ridiculous hor- rors in consequence of his absurd apprehension . £ .400 . These he furnished in rather an elegant xix.
... as that of the letter , which he conceives to be the composi- tion of an incendiary , and feels a thousand ridiculous hor- rors in consequence of his absurd apprehension . £ .400 . These he furnished in rather an elegant xix.
Page xxxii
... feel for his rhymes , For his Essays were curbs on the rage of the times . Nay , the critic , all school'd in grammatical sense , Who look'd in the glow of description for tense , Reform'd as he read , fell a dupe to his art , And ...
... feel for his rhymes , For his Essays were curbs on the rage of the times . Nay , the critic , all school'd in grammatical sense , Who look'd in the glow of description for tense , Reform'd as he read , fell a dupe to his art , And ...
Page xxxiii
... feel for the wants of mankind ; Yet praise but an author of popular quill , This flux of philanthropy quickly stood still ; Transform'd from himself , he grew meanly severe , And rail'd at those talents he ought not to fear . Such then ...
... feel for the wants of mankind ; Yet praise but an author of popular quill , This flux of philanthropy quickly stood still ; Transform'd from himself , he grew meanly severe , And rail'd at those talents he ought not to fear . Such then ...
Page xl
... feel the luxury of doing good , " To what protecting bosom wilt thou fly , First - born of Jove , and best - lov'd Charity ? And thou , Simplicity , untutor'd maid , In modest garb of purest white array'd , Who know'st not artifice , or ...
... feel the luxury of doing good , " To what protecting bosom wilt thou fly , First - born of Jove , and best - lov'd Charity ? And thou , Simplicity , untutor'd maid , In modest garb of purest white array'd , Who know'st not artifice , or ...
Page xlvi
... feel : But ruddy damsels o'er thy tomb shall bend , And conscious weep for their and virtue's friend ; The milk - maid shall reject the shepherd's song , And cease to carol as she toils along ; All Auburn shall bewail the fatal day When ...
... feel : But ruddy damsels o'er thy tomb shall bend , And conscious weep for their and virtue's friend ; The milk - maid shall reject the shepherd's song , And cease to carol as she toils along ; All Auburn shall bewail the fatal day When ...
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Page 41 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings 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.
Page 24 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Page 89 - For here forlorn and lost I tread With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem length'ning as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, ' ' To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Page 49 - Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Page 42 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page 46 - 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 ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 74 - 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 with a razor.
Page 45 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And...
Page 38 - 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 survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...