The Poetical Works of James Beattie, and the Poems and Plays of Oliver GoldsmithSheldon and Company, 1864 - 458 σελίδες |
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adorn Amyntas beauty blest bloom bosom bower breast breath charms Corydon Croaker DAMETAS dart dear deep Dr Johnson dread fame Fancy Fancy's fate fear fire flame flies flocks flowers forlorn gale glow Goldsmith grace grove happy HARDCASTLE Hast heart heaven Honeyw Honeywood honour hope hour Jarvis Julius Cæsar land Laurencekirk Leont Lofty lone LYCIDAS lyre madam Marl MENALCAS mind Miss Hard Miss Nev Miss Rich MOPSUS mountains mourn murmuring Muse Nature's ne'er never night nymphs o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH Olivia peace plain pleasure pomp praise pride promised song rage rapture roam round scene shade shepherd sing skies smile soft song soothe soul Stoops to Conquer storm strain stream sublime swain sweet Sweet Auburn tears thee thine thou toil Tony truth Twas vale virtue Virtue's voice warbling wild wings wretched yonder youth
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Σελίδα 169 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Σελίδα 180 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Σελίδα 251 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound. And curs of low degree.
Σελίδα 189 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow — Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po, Or onward where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door, Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies A weary waste expanding to the skies — 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.
Σελίδα 234 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring, A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Σελίδα 59 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
Σελίδα 204 - ... humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close. And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Σελίδα 208 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all : And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Σελίδα 189 - 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.
Σελίδα 230 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.