 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...  Poetical Works - Page 49by Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 72 lehteFull view - About this book
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...their natural repugnance to man, and disporting in the joyousness of natural freedom. Edwin says well, 'Taught by that Power that ' pities me, I learn to pity them.' But Angelina — alongside in the aforesaid punt, with a worm wriggling at the end of a line, with a perch... | |
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...thus obtained will form a poet's name : i. Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory. 2. No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn; Taught by the power that pities me, I learn to pity them. 3. Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers To deck her gay,... | |
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