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Amidst thy ARCHDEACON bending beneath Bewick bless'd blessings bliss boast bosom breast calm charms cheer Cheshire Cleveland Row climes Clogher crown'd decay display Dublin e'en Edmund Burke fame fire flies friends gale gave Goldsmith guests happiness heart Heaven HERMIT Hoards honour horrours humble Ireland kind kings labour land Lord loveliest luxury mansion master merit mind mirth morn musick native nature's o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain parterre pass'd peasant pleased pleasure poem poet pomp poor praise pride proud Published January raptures reign repose rich rise round Samuel Johnson sculp seem'd shade Shakspeare Printing Office shed shore sinks sire skies smiling solitary sorrow soul splendid splendour spread supplied swain sway Sweet Auburn TETIGIT thine THOMAS PARNELL Thou thy bowers toil truth turn Twas tyrant village virtue wandering wealth wept Westminster Abbey where-e'er wild William Bulmer wish'd wretch youth
Seite 26 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Seite 31 - 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 laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Seite 26 - 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, Just gave what life required, but gave no more : His best companions, innocence and health ; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Seite 30 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Seite 38 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around ; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey. And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Seite 2 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good...
Seite 38 - Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day...
Seite 36 - 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.
Seite 2 - 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.