The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith, with the life of the author, embellished with vignettes by T. Bewick1794 |
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... thee a streaming flood of woe , Sighing , we pay , and think even conquest dear— Quebec in vain shall teach the breast to glow , Whilst thy fad fate extorts the heart - wrung tear . Alive , the foe thy dreadful vigour fled , And faw thee ...
... thee a streaming flood of woe , Sighing , we pay , and think even conquest dear— Quebec in vain shall teach the breast to glow , Whilst thy fad fate extorts the heart - wrung tear . Alive , the foe thy dreadful vigour fled , And faw thee ...
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... thee fomething yet unpaid , Not lefs fincere , than civil : I'll give thee - ah ! too charming maid , I'll give thee — to the devil . THE LOGICIANS REFUTED . IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT . 22 NEW SIMILE . The Gift The Gift.
... thee fomething yet unpaid , Not lefs fincere , than civil : I'll give thee - ah ! too charming maid , I'll give thee — to the devil . THE LOGICIANS REFUTED . IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT . 22 NEW SIMILE . The Gift The Gift.
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... thee must ever find a foe . INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SUNG IN THE COMEDY OF SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER . Ан , me ! when shall I marry me ? Lovers are plenty ; but fail to relieve me . He , fond youth , that could carry me , Offers to love , but ...
... thee must ever find a foe . INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SUNG IN THE COMEDY OF SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER . Ан , me ! when shall I marry me ? Lovers are plenty ; but fail to relieve me . He , fond youth , that could carry me , Offers to love , but ...
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Page 40 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Page 39 - 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...
Page 35 - 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. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
Page 26 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Page 44 - 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 34 - 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...
Page 54 - 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 14 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 36 - In all my wanderings 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 42 - Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds: The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has...