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... I'll seek the solitude he sought , " And stretch me where he lay . XXXVI . “ And there forlorn despairing hid , " I'll lay me down and die ; " ' Twas so for me that Edwin did ; " And so for him will I. " XXXVII . " Forbid it Heaven ...
... I'll seek the solitude he sought , " And stretch me where he lay . XXXVI . “ And there forlorn despairing hid , " I'll lay me down and die ; " ' Twas so for me that Edwin did ; " And so for him will I. " XXXVII . " Forbid it Heaven ...
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... - one prize The gift who slights the giver ? A bill , a jewel , watch , or toy , My rivals give - and let ' em . If gems , or gold , impart a joy , I'll give them - when I get ' em . I'll I'll give but not the full - blown rose , The Gift.
... - one prize The gift who slights the giver ? A bill , a jewel , watch , or toy , My rivals give - and let ' em . If gems , or gold , impart a joy , I'll give them - when I get ' em . I'll I'll give but not the full - blown rose , The Gift.
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... I'll give thee — ah ! too charming maid , I'll give thee - to the devil . EPITAPH EPITAPH ON DR . PARNELL . THIS tomb inscrib'd to 78 THE GIFT .
... I'll give thee — ah ! too charming maid , I'll give thee - to the devil . EPITAPH EPITAPH ON DR . PARNELL . THIS tomb inscrib'd to 78 THE GIFT .
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... I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well then a truce , since she requests it too : Do you spare her , and I'll for once spare you . VOL . II . G EPILOGUE . EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY Mrs. BULKLEY AND Miss CATLEY . EPILOGUE . 81.
... I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well then a truce , since she requests it too : Do you spare her , and I'll for once spare you . VOL . II . G EPILOGUE . EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY Mrs. BULKLEY AND Miss CATLEY . EPILOGUE . 81.
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... I'll sing to amuse you by night and by day , And be unco merry when you are but gay ; When you with your bagpipes are ready to play , My voice shall be ready to carol away With Sandy , and Sawney , and Jockey , With Sawney , and Jarvie ...
... I'll sing to amuse you by night and by day , And be unco merry when you are but gay ; When you with your bagpipes are ready to play , My voice shall be ready to carol away With Sandy , and Sawney , and Jockey , With Sawney , and Jarvie ...
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The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of ..., Volume 2 Oliver Goldsmith Visualização completa - 1825 |
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Página 28 - 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 105 - 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.
Página 60 - 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: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.
Página 61 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, 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.
Página 108 - 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. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
Página 74 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Página 62 - Here to return, and die at home at last. 0 blest retirement, friend to life's decline ! Retreats from care that never must be mine — How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease...
Página 67 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumphed, is forgot.
Página 111 - 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...
Página 36 - 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.