The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, כרך 30Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 54
עמוד 2
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh. 2 GOLDSMITH Downward they move , a melancholy band . Paf's from the thore , & darken all the thrand . Dear Wlage WORKS OF THE BRITISH POETS , WITH LIVES OF THE. Drawn by H Thomson RA ...
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh. 2 GOLDSMITH Downward they move , a melancholy band . Paf's from the thore , & darken all the thrand . Dear Wlage WORKS OF THE BRITISH POETS , WITH LIVES OF THE. Drawn by H Thomson RA ...
עמוד 6
... dear mother , having strug- gled so hard to come home to you , I wonder that you are not more rejoiced to see me . " Mr. Contarine next resolved to send him to the Temple ; but on his way to London he was fleeced of all his money in ...
... dear mother , having strug- gled so hard to come home to you , I wonder that you are not more rejoiced to see me . " Mr. Contarine next resolved to send him to the Temple ; but on his way to London he was fleeced of all his money in ...
עמוד 19
... DEAR SIR , I AM sensible that the friendship between us can acquire no new force from the ceremonies of a Dedication ; and perhaps it demands an excuse thus to prefix your name to my attempts , which you decline giving with your own ...
... DEAR SIR , I AM sensible that the friendship between us can acquire no new force from the ceremonies of a Dedication ; and perhaps it demands an excuse thus to prefix your name to my attempts , which you decline giving with your own ...
עמוד 20
... dear brother , the wisdom of your humble choice . You have entered upon a sacred office , where the harvest is great , and the labourers are but few ; while you have left the field of ambition , where the labourers are many , and the ...
... dear brother , the wisdom of your humble choice . You have entered upon a sacred office , where the harvest is great , and the labourers are but few ; while you have left the field of ambition , where the labourers are many , and the ...
עמוד 21
... are few can judge better than yourself how far these positions are illustrated in this poem . I am , DEAR SIR , Your most affectionate brother , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE TRAVELLER . REMOTE , unfriended , melancholy , slow DEDICATION . 21.
... are few can judge better than yourself how far these positions are illustrated in this poem . I am , DEAR SIR , Your most affectionate brother , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE TRAVELLER . REMOTE , unfriended , melancholy , slow DEDICATION . 21.
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
æther beauty behold beneath bless'd bloom blush boast bosom bower breast breath Cephisus Charles Yorke charms CHRISTOPHER SMART COUNTRY JUSTICE cried dear E'en Epilogue eternal Ev'n fair fame Fancy fear fled flower fond form'd free forest genius gentle glory glow golden Goldsmith grace groves Hackthorn hand hast heart Heaven honour Hope hour human JOHN LANGHORNE JOHN LAVAL kind Langhorne life's live lord lov'd lyre maid mind Miss Cracroft Monody morn mountains muse Nature Nature's NOSEGAY o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion peace pensive Philomela pleas'd pleasure Plutus poem poet Pontefract Castle poor praise pride rage reign rise round scene shade shine shore sigh skies smile soft song sooth soul Stoops to Conquer sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought toil train truth Twas vale virtue voice wave wild youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 23 - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
עמוד 30 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
עמוד 33 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, 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 ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings...
עמוד 33 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
עמוד 33 - 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.
עמוד 28 - And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art, and feats of strength went round ; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired. The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love ; The matron's glance, that would those looks reprove...
עמוד 68 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wond'rous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes.
עמוד 32 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
עמוד 30 - 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...
עמוד 12 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.