The Traveller; or, A Prospect of Society (Oliver Goldsmith Poems)
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slowOr by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,OR onward, where the rude Corinthian boorAgainst the houseless stranger ...
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slowOr by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,OR onward, where the rude Corinthian boorAgainst the houseless stranger ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone,So oft their freaks have in my page been shown.The subject may at ...
MAN SPEAKER.FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent streamReflects new glories on his breast,Where, splendid as the youthful poet's dream,He ...
My youthful brother, oft I long To write to you in prose or song; With no pretence to judgment strong, But warm affection, May ...
I have crept forth to die among the trees.They have sweet voices that I love to hear,Sweet, lute-like voices. They ...
Lovely courier of the sky,Whence and whither dost thou fly?Scattering, as thy pinions play,Liquid fragrance all the way:Is it business? ...
I love not yon gay, painted flower, Of bold and coarsely blended dye, But one, whose nicely varied power May long detain the ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
THE CONVERT.Some to our Hero have a hero's nameDenied, because no father's he could claim;Nor could his mother with precision ...
I.SHE came to England from the island clime Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave; She died in early youth--before ...
ITO THE GROCERY BOYBefore you send me up that card With rime and diction far from subtle,Hear what a now ...
Sure of Success, to You I boldly write, Whilst Love do's ev'ry tender Line endite; Love, who is justly President ...
I can conceive no heav'nly blissMore perfectly complete than this: To sit and smoke and idly chew Reflection's cud, with ...
LXXMy lady's senses are so pure and fine, She takes small pleasure in the close embrace That love and nature ...
CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
Two men I saw reel from a bar And stumble down the street; Coarse and uncouth as workmen are, They ...
Yet it was plain she struggled, and that salt Of righteous feeling made her pitiful. Poor twisting worm, so queenly ...
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