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Thus as her faults each day were known , He thinks her features coarser grown :
He fancies every vice she shews , Or thins her lip , or points her nose : Whenever
rage or envy rise , How wide her mouth , how wild her eyes ; He knows not how ...
Thus as her faults each day were known , He thinks her features coarser grown :
He fancies every vice she shews , Or thins her lip , or points her nose : Whenever
rage or envy rise , How wide her mouth , how wild her eyes ; He knows not how ...
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But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it
whisper ' d promis ' d pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still
would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks , the woods , the vale ,
She ...
But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it
whisper ' d promis ' d pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still
would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks , the woods , the vale ,
She ...
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Long , long , thy stone and pointed clay Shall melt the musing Briton ' s eyes : O !
vales , and wild woods , shall he say , In yonder grave your Druid lies ! VERSES
WRITTEN ON A PAPER WHICH CONTAINED A PIECE OF BRIDE - CAKE .
Long , long , thy stone and pointed clay Shall melt the musing Briton ' s eyes : O !
vales , and wild woods , shall he say , In yonder grave your Druid lies ! VERSES
WRITTEN ON A PAPER WHICH CONTAINED A PIECE OF BRIDE - CAKE .
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Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief shall send Those hairs the Tartar ' s cruel
hand shall rend . There is certainly some very powerful charm in the liquid
melody of sounds . The editor of these poems could never read or hear the
following ...
Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief shall send Those hairs the Tartar ' s cruel
hand shall rend . There is certainly some very powerful charm in the liquid
melody of sounds . The editor of these poems could never read or hear the
following ...
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Long , Pity ! let the nations view Thy sky - worn robes of tend ' rest blue , And eyes
of dewy light . The propriety of invoking Pity through the mediation of Euripides is
obvious . That admirable poet had the keys of all the tender passions , and ...
Long , Pity ! let the nations view Thy sky - worn robes of tend ' rest blue , And eyes
of dewy light . The propriety of invoking Pity through the mediation of Euripides is
obvious . That admirable poet had the keys of all the tender passions , and ...
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Página 28 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Página 62 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Página 61 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Página 29 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Página 49 - 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. " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Página 62 - He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Página 27 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove — These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these With sweet succession taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
Página 31 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Página 17 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Página 15 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...
Informações bibliográficas
| Título | Poetical Works |
| Autor | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Editora | W. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 |
| Original de | Harvard University |
| Digitalizado | 26 fev. 2008 |
| Num. págs. | 72 páginas |
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