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... Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs
at every blast . Far to the right , where Appenine ascends , Bright as the summer ,
Italy extends ; lies ; rest , by arts Its uplands sloping deck the mountain ' s THE ...
... Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs
at every blast . Far to the right , where Appenine ascends , Bright as the summer ,
Italy extends ; lies ; rest , by arts Its uplands sloping deck the mountain ' s THE ...
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The thought seems altogether new , and the imitative After bewailing the ruin of
ancient Liberty , the poet considers the influence it has retained , or still retains
among the moderns ; and here the free republics of Italy naturally engage his ...
The thought seems altogether new , and the imitative After bewailing the ruin of
ancient Liberty , the poet considers the influence it has retained , or still retains
among the moderns ; and here the free republics of Italy naturally engage his ...
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... set out together for France , and visited most of the places worthy of notice in
that country : from thence they proceeded to Italy , where an unfortunate dispute
taking place between them , a separation ensued upon their arrival at Florence .
... set out together for France , and visited most of the places worthy of notice in
that country : from thence they proceeded to Italy , where an unfortunate dispute
taking place between them , a separation ensued upon their arrival at Florence .
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He was equally acquainted with the elegant and profound parts of science , and
not superficially , but thoroughly . He knew every branch of history , both natural
and civil ; had read all the original historians of England , France , and Italy : and
...
He was equally acquainted with the elegant and profound parts of science , and
not superficially , but thoroughly . He knew every branch of history , both natural
and civil ; had read all the original historians of England , France , and Italy : and
...
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The Earl of Surrey and Sir Thomas Wyatt had travelled in Italy , and formed their
taste there : Spenser imitated the Italian writers , Emoticon la How do your tuneful
echoes languish , Mute but to. lile , the Gence it the plana * Ireland . ODES . 31.
The Earl of Surrey and Sir Thomas Wyatt had travelled in Italy , and formed their
taste there : Spenser imitated the Italian writers , Emoticon la How do your tuneful
echoes languish , Mute but to. lile , the Gence it the plana * Ireland . ODES . 31.
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
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| Title | Poetical Works |
| Author | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Publisher | W. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 26 veeb. 2008 |
| Length | 72 pages |
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