The poetical works of Oliver Goldsmith. Ed. by B. CorneyLongmans, Green, and Company, 1868 - 231 pages |
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... Epilogue to " The good - natured man 3. Epilogue to " The sister " " · 203 99 206 209 NO . ENUMERATION OF THE POEMS , ETC. TITLES AND xxxi.
... Epilogue to " The good - natured man 3. Epilogue to " The sister " " · 203 99 206 209 NO . ENUMERATION OF THE POEMS , ETC. TITLES AND xxxi.
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... Epilogue written for " She stoops to conquer " The quarrelling actresses 6. Epilogue written for " She stoops to conquer 39 The " city dame " PAGE . ARTISTS . . 212 ENGRAVERS . . 215 · 215 Horsley J. Thompson . · 222 224 Redgrave . J ...
... Epilogue written for " She stoops to conquer " The quarrelling actresses 6. Epilogue written for " She stoops to conquer 39 The " city dame " PAGE . ARTISTS . . 212 ENGRAVERS . . 215 · 215 Horsley J. Thompson . · 222 224 Redgrave . J ...
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... ; No more my titles shall my children tell- The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honour ends . 20 EPILOGUE ΤΟ THE GOOD - NATURED MAN . As puffing 205 EPILOGUES .
... ; No more my titles shall my children tell- The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honour ends . 20 EPILOGUE ΤΟ THE GOOD - NATURED MAN . As puffing 205 EPILOGUES .
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... epilogue to Goldsmith on the evidence of this note : " The author , in expecta- tion of an epilogue from a friend at Oxford , deferred writing one himself till the very last hour . What is here offered , owes all its success to the ...
... epilogue to Goldsmith on the evidence of this note : " The author , in expecta- tion of an epilogue from a friend at Oxford , deferred writing one himself till the very last hour . What is here offered , owes all its success to the ...
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... epilogue -- things can't go on without it ; It could not fail , would you but set about it . ' 66 Young man , " cries one -- a bard laid up in clover-- " Alas ! young man , my writing days are over ; Let boys play tricks , and kick the ...
... epilogue -- things can't go on without it ; It could not fail , would you but set about it . ' 66 Young man , " cries one -- a bard laid up in clover-- " Alas ! young man , my writing days are over ; Let boys play tricks , and kick the ...
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Page 60 - Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds...
Page 47 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more: His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Page 186 - 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 43 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please — How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 62 - The mournful peasant leads his humble band ; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden, and a grave. Where then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride ? If to some common's fenceless limits stray'd, He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And e'en the bare-worn common is denied.
Page 54 - 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. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 61 - Has robb'd the neighb'ring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies: While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure, all In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Page 58 - The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Page 51 - 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...
Page 56 - 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 ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.