The Deserted Village and The TravellerJ.R. Osgood, 1876 - 96 Seiten |
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The Deserted Village, And, the Traveller (Classic Reprint) Oliver Goldsmith Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
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50 cents ALFRED TENNYSON Amidst thy Beauty blessings blest bliss blooms boast bosom breast brightening cents cheerful Christian Union Christmas Carol climes cottage Courtship of Miles Creation's crown dainty Day's Pleasure dear decay DESERTED VILLAGE endear Enoch Arden Evangeline feebly fled flies fondly freedom gale heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Hoards honor Illustrated knew labor land learned looks loveliest lustrated luxury mansion Miles Standish mind mirth Nathaniel Hawthorne native o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH opulence OSGOOD pain peasant pomp poor popular LITTLE CLASSICS praise pride proud Queen Mab R. W. EMERSON RALPH WALDO EMERSON reign retu rich rise round ruin scene shade shed shore sinks Sir Launfal sire skies skill smiling Snow-Bound solitary sorrow soul splendors spot spread spurn strayed supplied swain sway sweet Sweet Auburn thine Thou thy bowers thy charms tide toil train tremblers tyrant UEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE wealth wept WHITTIER wretched
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Seite 24 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Seite 38 - Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds...
Seite 44 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue...
Seite 30 - 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...
Seite 73 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Seite 59 - 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.
Seite 35 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Seite 19 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down, To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose ; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — 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 he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to...
Seite 26 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Seite 18 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.