Retaliation: a poem. To which is added, some account of the life of the author, Nide 11774 |
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... pride was fo hurt by the feverity of the above observation , that it entirely put an end to his friendship for the gentleman who made it . Notwithstanding the great fuccefs of his pieces , by fome of which , it is afferted , upon good ...
... pride was fo hurt by the feverity of the above observation , that it entirely put an end to his friendship for the gentleman who made it . Notwithstanding the great fuccefs of his pieces , by fome of which , it is afferted , upon good ...
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... pride and from prejudice free , A scholar , yet furely no pedant was he . What pity , alas ! that fo lib'ral a mind Should fo long be to news - paper - efsays confin'd ! Who perhaps to the fummit of science could foar , Yet content " if ...
... pride and from prejudice free , A scholar , yet furely no pedant was he . What pity , alas ! that fo lib'ral a mind Should fo long be to news - paper - efsays confin'd ! Who perhaps to the fummit of science could foar , Yet content " if ...
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... 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 ; For him light labour spread her wholesome store , Juft gave what life required , but ...
... 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 ; For him light labour spread her wholesome store , Juft gave what life required , but ...
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... pride . These gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom , Thofe calm defires that afked but little room , Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene , Lived in each look , and brightened all the green ; These far departing feek ...
... pride . These gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom , Thofe calm defires that afked but little room , Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene , Lived in each look , and brightened all the green ; These far departing feek ...
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... pride attends us still , Amidft the Swains to fhew thy book - learned fkill , Around my fire an evening groupe to draw , And tell of all I felt , and all I faw ; And , as an hare whom hounds and horns purfue , Pants to the place from ...
... pride attends us still , Amidft the Swains to fhew thy book - learned fkill , Around my fire an evening groupe to draw , And tell of all I felt , and all I faw ; And , as an hare whom hounds and horns purfue , Pants to the place from ...
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Retaliation: A Poem. to Which Is Added, Some Account of the Life of the Author Oliver Goldsmith Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2016 |
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Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 9 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...