Poetical WorksW. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 - 72页 |
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第33页
... Nature has its play , The soul adopts , and owns their first - born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind , Unenvy'd , unmolested , unconfin'd . But the long pomp , the midnight masquerade , With all the freaks of wanton ...
... Nature has its play , The soul adopts , and owns their first - born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind , Unenvy'd , unmolested , unconfin'd . But the long pomp , the midnight masquerade , With all the freaks of wanton ...
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... nature's simplest charms at first array'd , But verging to decline , its splendors rise , Its vistas strike , its palaces surprise ; While , scourg'd by famine from the smiling land , The mournful peasant leads his humble band ; And ...
... nature's simplest charms at first array'd , But verging to decline , its splendors rise , Its vistas strike , its palaces surprise ; While , scourg'd by famine from the smiling land , The mournful peasant leads his humble band ; And ...
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... natural red . On the stage he was natural , simple , affecting ; ' Twas only that when he was off , he was acting . With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day : Tho ' secure of our hearts ...
... natural red . On the stage he was natural , simple , affecting ; ' Twas only that when he was off , he was acting . With no reason on earth to go out of his way , He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day : Tho ' secure of our hearts ...
第46页
... nature ; He cherish'd his friend , and he relish'd a bumper ; Yet one fault he had , and that one was a thumper . Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser ? I answer , no , no , for he always was wiser : Too courteous , perhaps , or ...
... nature ; He cherish'd his friend , and he relish'd a bumper ; Yet one fault he had , and that one was a thumper . Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser ? I answer , no , no , for he always was wiser : Too courteous , perhaps , or ...
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... of a much more important nature . I am , Sir , Yours , & c . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . The Fryar of Orders Gray , " Reliq . of Anc , Poetry , " Vol . I. p . 243 . " TURN , gentle Hermit of the dale , " The following Ode on the Death of Mr Thomson.
... of a much more important nature . I am , Sir , Yours , & c . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . The Fryar of Orders Gray , " Reliq . of Anc , Poetry , " Vol . I. p . 243 . " TURN , gentle Hermit of the dale , " The following Ode on the Death of Mr Thomson.
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第28页 - 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...
第62页 - 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.
第61页 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
第29页 - 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...
第49页 - 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.
第62页 - 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.
第27页 - 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.
第31页 - 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...
第17页 - 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.
第15页 - 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...