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... GOLDSMITH , Oliver , 1728-1774 , Des . V. Deserted Village . - Ep . to Sis . Epilogue to the Sisters , a Comedy . - Retal . Retaliation . - She Stoops . She Stoops to Conquer . - Trav . Traveller . - V . W. Vicar of Wakefield ...
... GOLDSMITH , Oliver , 1728-1774 , Des . V. Deserted Village . - Ep . to Sis . Epilogue to the Sisters , a Comedy . - Retal . Retaliation . - She Stoops . She Stoops to Conquer . - Trav . Traveller . - V . W. Vicar of Wakefield ...
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... Goldsmith , Traveller , 7 . Cowper , Task , VI . Not to understand a treasure's worth Till time has stol'n away the slighted good , Is cause of half the poverty we feel , And makes the world the wilderness it is . Think'st thou that I ...
... Goldsmith , Traveller , 7 . Cowper , Task , VI . Not to understand a treasure's worth Till time has stol'n away the slighted good , Is cause of half the poverty we feel , And makes the world the wilderness it is . Think'st thou that I ...
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... Goldsmith , She Stoops , III . Though old , he still retain'd His manly sense , and energy of mind . Virtuous and wise he was , but not severe ; He still remember'd that he once was young . An age that melts with unperceived decay , And ...
... Goldsmith , She Stoops , III . Though old , he still retain'd His manly sense , and energy of mind . Virtuous and wise he was , but not severe ; He still remember'd that he once was young . An age that melts with unperceived decay , And ...
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... Goldsmith , Retal . In arguing , too , the parson owned his skill , For e'en though vanquished , he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed ...
... Goldsmith , Retal . In arguing , too , the parson owned his skill , For e'en though vanquished , he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed ...
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... Goldsmith , Des . Till . Base worldlings , that despise all such as need ; Who to the needy beggar still are dumb , Not knowing unto what themselves may come . Heywood , Roy . King . He makes a beggar first , that first relieves him ...
... Goldsmith , Des . Till . Base worldlings , that despise all such as need ; Who to the needy beggar still are dumb , Not knowing unto what themselves may come . Heywood , Roy . King . He makes a beggar first , that first relieves him ...
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Page 441 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, 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.
Page 274 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 337 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 421 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 395 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 524 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die...
Page 82 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 172 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 580 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 324 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.