Retaliation: a poem. To which is added, some account of the life of the author, 1. köide1774 |
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... round ; And ftill as each repeated pleasure tired , Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that fimply fought renown By holding out to tire each other down ; The fwain miftruftlefs of his fmutted face , While ...
... round ; And ftill as each repeated pleasure tired , Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that fimply fought renown By holding out to tire each other down ; The fwain miftruftlefs of his fmutted face , While ...
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... round thy bowers their chearful influence shed , These were thy charms --- But all these charms are fled . Sweet fmiling village , lovelieft of the lawn , Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn : Amidst thy bowers the ...
... round thy bowers their chearful influence shed , These were thy charms --- But all these charms are fled . Sweet fmiling village , lovelieft of the lawn , Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn : Amidst thy bowers the ...
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... rounds , Amidft thy tangling walks , and ruined grounds , And , many a year elapfed , return to view , Where once the cottage ftood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her ... round this world of care , THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 5.
... rounds , Amidft thy tangling walks , and ruined grounds , And , many a year elapfed , return to view , Where once the cottage ftood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her ... round this world of care , THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 5.
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Oliver Goldsmith. In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs --- and God has given my share --- I still had hopes my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at ...
Oliver Goldsmith. In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs --- and God has given my share --- I still had hopes my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at ...
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... round its breaft the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal funfhine fettles on its head . Befide yon ftraggling fence that skirts the way , With bloffomed furze unprofitably gay , There , in his noify manfion , skill'd to rule , The ...
... round its breaft the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal funfhine fettles on its head . Befide yon ftraggling fence that skirts the way , With bloffomed furze unprofitably gay , There , in his noify manfion , skill'd to rule , The ...
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Page 11 - The village master taught his little school: 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...
Page 18 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Page 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 9 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 10 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; 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.
Page 20 - The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms. With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, And...
Page 11 - 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, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 4 - 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. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
Page 5 - Lived in each look, and brightened all the green, These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more. Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power.
Page 14 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...