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 ...
Sweetly the voice of long departed timeComes o'er the soul, and in its whispers bringsVisions of glory, mighty deeds sublime,And ...
Magnificent Creature! so stately and bright!In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight;For what hath the child of the ...
Thou who wert born of Psyche and of LoveAnd fondly nurst on Poesy's warm breast Painting, oh, power adored! My country's sons ...
(To C. and M.)The day is fair, the breeze is free, The ship has crossed the bar,And you are fleeting o'er ...
There are, who darkling and alone, Would wish the weary night were gone, Though dawning morn should only show The secret of their ...
IIf thou canst bearStrong meat of simple truthIf thou durst my words compareWith what thou thinkest in my soul's free ...
Bound For Kamtschatka, Now Lying In The Harbour Of PortJackson.HAIL! Chieftain, from the distant landsThat own the Czar's imperial reign;With ...
This grave's a cradle where an infant lies,Rockt fast asleepe with Death's sad lullabyes.Sad lullabyes, dear child--in this sweet spot,The ...
One summer time, with love imbued, To climb the mount, explore the wood, Or rove from pole to pole, Upon Monadnock's brow I ...
Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wears A smile ...
The Two Maidens Two Bedfordshire maidens in one village dwelt; Side by side in their Church every Sunday they knelt; ...
And should she die, her grave should beUpon the bare top of a sunny hill,Among the moorlands of her own ...
The Jewish king now walks at large and sound,Yet of our emissary Malzah hear we nothing:Go now, sweet spirit, and, ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
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