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 ...
Of all that Nature's rural prospects yield, The chrystal fountain and the flow'ry field, Enough, my Muse!-the force of Beauty trace Now in ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
In vain, fair Maid, you ask in vain,My pen should try th' advent'rous strain,And following truth's unalter'd law,Attempt your character ...
The last time I stood by this river, The sun was just sinking to rest ;I parted — and parted for ...
WHEN from the hills was fading fast,The summer ev'ning's purple glow;And the lone sky-lark soaring high,Sung his last vespers clear ...
It is not in the hall where the sparkling wine flows, That pleasure, and peace, and contentment are foundFor me there ...
You ask why I am lonely now, In all this brilliant scene,And why I look on beauty's charms, With cold, unalter'd mien.You ...
COME , SESTOS and ABYDOS , aid my song;To you these elegiac strains belong.Your griefs with mine, ye wretched cities, ...
While others sing the fortune of the great, Empire and arms, and all the pomp of state; With Britain's hero ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
"HOW many a day, in various hues array'd, Bright with gay sun-shine, or eclips'd with shade; How many an hour, ...
O Thou, the Nymph with placid eye!O seldom found, yet ever nigh! Receive my temperate vow:Not all the ...
That sun which is yonder so brightly declining,That you look at with careless delight,Full many a lesson of wisdom might ...
To be at Yarrow—this is no high wish, And yet what magic wraps the name. To stand Alone in the ...
Well has thy classick chisel, Banks*, express'd The graceful lineaments of that fine form, Which late with conscious, living beauty ...
Two things remain unalter'd in this place, Tho' since I came here forty years are told- The smiling ...
In vain, fair Maid, you ask in vain, My pen should try th' advent'rous strain, And following truth's unalter'd law, ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
And I was once like this! that glowing cheek Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling eyes, that brow Smooth as the level ...
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