The Beauties of English Poesy, Svazek 2Oliver Goldsmith William Griffin, 1767 - Počet stran: 12 |
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Strana 30
... pow'r attend , Wide o'er the plains my realms extend ; What midnight robber dare invade The fold , if I the guard am made ? At home the fhepherd's cur may fleep , While I fecure his mafter's fheep . Difcourfe like this attention claim'd ...
... pow'r attend , Wide o'er the plains my realms extend ; What midnight robber dare invade The fold , if I the guard am made ? At home the fhepherd's cur may fleep , While I fecure his mafter's fheep . Difcourfe like this attention claim'd ...
Strana 38
... pow'r has giv'n ,, For prefent earth , a future Heav'n ; For trivial lofs , unmeafur'd gain , And endless blifs , for tranfient pain . Then fear , ah ! fear to turn thy fight : Where yonder flow'ry fields invite ; Wide on the left the ...
... pow'r has giv'n ,, For prefent earth , a future Heav'n ; For trivial lofs , unmeafur'd gain , And endless blifs , for tranfient pain . Then fear , ah ! fear to turn thy fight : Where yonder flow'ry fields invite ; Wide on the left the ...
Strana 51
... While Nature , arm'd against Despair , Gives pow'r to mend , or ftrength to bear ; And half the thought content may gain , Which spleen employs to purchase pain . D 2 Trace Trace not the fair domestic plan , From what you ENGLISH POES Y.
... While Nature , arm'd against Despair , Gives pow'r to mend , or ftrength to bear ; And half the thought content may gain , Which spleen employs to purchase pain . D 2 Trace Trace not the fair domestic plan , From what you ENGLISH POES Y.
Strana 68
... pow'r . Thank ye , great gods , the woman fays ; O may your altars ever blaze ! A ladle for our filver difh Is what I want , is what I wish.— A ladle ! cries the man , a ladle ! ' Odzooks , Corfica , you have pray'd ill : What should be ...
... pow'r . Thank ye , great gods , the woman fays ; O may your altars ever blaze ! A ladle for our filver difh Is what I want , is what I wish.— A ladle ! cries the man , a ladle ! ' Odzooks , Corfica , you have pray'd ill : What should be ...
Strana 73
... pow'r , Now hardly moves an inch an hour . The jack and chimney , near ally'd , Had never left each other's fide ; The chimney to a steeple grown , The jack would not be left alone , But up against the steeple rear'd , Became a clock ...
... pow'r , Now hardly moves an inch an hour . The jack and chimney , near ally'd , Had never left each other's fide ; The chimney to a steeple grown , The jack would not be left alone , But up against the steeple rear'd , Became a clock ...
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Strana 109 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Strana 97 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
Strana 132 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n.
Strana 108 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Strana 108 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Strana 146 - I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown ; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd I could wander with pleasure, alone.
Strana 238 - To master John the English maid A hornbook gives of gingerbread; And, that the child may learn the better, As he can name, he eats the letter.
Strana 129 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Strana 80 - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven...
Strana 133 - Through nature's wreck, through vanquisht agonies, (Like the stars struggling through this midnight gloom) What gleams of joy ? what more than human peace ? Where, the frail mortal ? the poor abject worm ? No, not in death, the Mortal to be found. His conduct is a legacy for All. Richer than Mammon's for his single heir. His comforters he comforts ; Great in ruin, With unreluctant grandeur, gives, not yields His soul sublime ; and closes with his fate.