The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: With an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author : in Two VolumesH. Goldney, 1791 |
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Pagina lxi
... deckt lawns , and filver fprinkled floods , " Whilft flowrets fpring around the smiling land , " And follow on the traces of his wand . * Prometheus . 1 " Such " And what thou canst of bliss impart be mine DR . GOLDSMITH . ixi .
... deckt lawns , and filver fprinkled floods , " Whilft flowrets fpring around the smiling land , " And follow on the traces of his wand . * Prometheus . 1 " Such " And what thou canst of bliss impart be mine DR . GOLDSMITH . ixi .
Pagina lxii
... bliss impart be mine ; " Amid thy humble fhades , in tranquil ease , " Grant me to pass the remnant of my days , " Unfetter'd from the toil of wretched gain , " My raptur'd mufe fhall pour her noblest strain , " Within her native bowers ...
... bliss impart be mine ; " Amid thy humble fhades , in tranquil ease , " Grant me to pass the remnant of my days , " Unfetter'd from the toil of wretched gain , " My raptur'd mufe fhall pour her noblest strain , " Within her native bowers ...
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The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M B Now First Collected ... Oliver Goldsmith Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2012 |
The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B. Now First ... Oliver Goldsmith Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 51 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Pagina 68 - 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.
Pagina 61 - 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.
Pagina 59 - 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...
Pagina 66 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled 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...
Pagina 104 - 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...
Pagina 42 - 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 ; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loathe his vegetable meal : But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil.
Pagina 67 - Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired.
Pagina 66 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Pagina 63 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...