Goldsmith's The Deserted Village: The Traveller; Gray's Elegy in a Country ChurchyardGinn and Company, 1916 - 86 էջ |
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... soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last faltering accents whispered praise . At church , with meek and unaffected grace , His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double ...
... soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last faltering accents whispered praise . At church , with meek and unaffected grace , His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double ...
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... soul adopts , and owns their first - born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind , Unenvied , unmolested , unconfined . But the long pomp , the midnight masquerade , With all the freaks of wanton wealth arrayed , - In these ...
... soul adopts , and owns their first - born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind , Unenvied , unmolested , unconfined . But the long pomp , the midnight masquerade , With all the freaks of wanton wealth arrayed , - In these ...
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... soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot below Who can direct , when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that ...
... soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot below Who can direct , when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that ...
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... soul ; While low delights , succeeding fast behind , In happier meanness occupy the mind . As in those domes where Cæsars once bore sway , Defaced by time and tottering in decay , 160 There in the ruin , heedless of the dead , The ...
... soul ; While low delights , succeeding fast behind , In happier meanness occupy the mind . As in those domes where Cæsars once bore sway , Defaced by time and tottering in decay , 160 There in the ruin , heedless of the dead , The ...
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... soul conforms , And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child , when scaring sounds molest , Clings close and closer to the mother's breast , So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native ...
... soul conforms , And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child , when scaring sounds molest , Clings close and closer to the mother's breast , So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native ...
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Էջ 47 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Էջ 13 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Էջ 7 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too...
Էջ 5 - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school , The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Էջ 7 - 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.
Էջ xviii - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated.
Էջ 46 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Էջ 19 - 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...
Էջ 9 - 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; The host himself no longer shall be found Careful to see the mantling bliss go round; Nor the coy maid, half willing to be prest, Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest.
Էջ 44 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.