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... The noisy geese that gabbled o ' er the pool , The playful children just let loose
from school ; The watch - dog ' s voice that bay ' d the whisp ' ring wind , Aud . the
loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought ...
... The noisy geese that gabbled o ' er the pool , The playful children just let loose
from school ; The watch - dog ' s voice that bay ' d the whisp ' ring wind , Aud . the
loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought ...
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... 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 ; Farewel , and O ! where ' er thy voice ...
... 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 ; Farewel , and O ! where ' er thy voice ...
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... grief - full Muse addrest her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons , on her
awful voice , Silent and pale , in wild amazement hung . * Alluding to the Kuvas
apuxtor of Sophocles . See the Electra . Yet he , the bard * who first invok ' . '
ÖDES .
... grief - full Muse addrest her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons , on her
awful voice , Silent and pale , in wild amazement hung . * Alluding to the Kuvas
apuxtor of Sophocles . See the Electra . Yet he , the bard * who first invok ' . '
ÖDES .
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... where her sweetest theme she chose , A soft reponsive voice was heard at
every close ; And Hope enchanted smil ' d , and wav ' d her golden hair , And
longer had she sung ; - but , with a frown , Revenge impatient rose : He threw his
blood ...
... where her sweetest theme she chose , A soft reponsive voice was heard at
every close ; And Hope enchanted smil ' d , and wav ' d her golden hair , And
longer had she sung ; - but , with a frown , Revenge impatient rose : He threw his
blood ...
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Thee * the voice , the dance obey , Temper ' d to thy warbled lay ! O ' er Idalia ' s
velvet green The rosy . crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea ' s day , With antic
sport and blue - ey ' d Pleasures , Frisking light in frolic measures : Now pursuing
...
Thee * the voice , the dance obey , Temper ' d to thy warbled lay ! O ' er Idalia ' s
velvet green The rosy . crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea ' s day , With antic
sport and blue - ey ' d Pleasures , Frisking light in frolic measures : Now pursuing
...
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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...
Bibliographic information
| 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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