...Goldsmith's The Traveller and The Deserted Village, and Gray's Elegy in a Country ChurchyardD. C. Heath & Company, 1909 - 88 pages |
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... gave him a respectable position in the world of letters . Each succeeding work made this position more permanent . The Literary Club Formed in 1764. Consisted of nine members , who were to meet together once a week at the Turk's Head ...
... gave him a respectable position in the world of letters . Each succeeding work made this position more permanent . The Literary Club Formed in 1764. Consisted of nine members , who were to meet together once a week at the Turk's Head ...
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... gave up the various forms of verse used by the Elizabethan poets , and confined themselves almost entirely to a single form , the rhymed couplet . Restrictions as to language made poetical dic- tion abstract and conventional . Subjects ...
... gave up the various forms of verse used by the Elizabethan poets , and confined themselves almost entirely to a single form , the rhymed couplet . Restrictions as to language made poetical dic- tion abstract and conventional . Subjects ...
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... gave . Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam ; His first , best country ever is at home . And yet , perhaps , if countries we compare , And estimate the blessings which they share , Though patriots flatter , still shall wisdom ...
... gave . Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam ; His first , best country ever is at home . And yet , perhaps , if countries we compare , And estimate the blessings which they share , Though patriots flatter , still shall wisdom ...
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... gave , But towns unmanned , and lords without a slave : And late the nation found with fruitless skill Its former strength was but plethoric ill . Yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied By arts , the splendid wrecks of former ...
... gave , But towns unmanned , and lords without a slave : And late the nation found with fruitless skill Its former strength was but plethoric ill . Yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied By arts , the splendid wrecks of former ...
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... grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal power ; 385 390 And thus polluting honor in its source , Gave wealth THE TRAVELLER 17.
... grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal power ; 385 390 And thus polluting honor in its source , Gave wealth THE TRAVELLER 17.
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Amidst beauty beneath blessed bliss boast bowers breast British Poets brother Byrne century charms cheerful classical school climes cottage COUNTRY CHURCHYARD dear Deserted Village diction E'en edition Eighteenth eighteenth-century ELEGY WRITTEN English Literature Eton College fame figure of speech fire flies fond freedom grace grave Gray's happiness heart distrusting History of England Homes and Haunts Horace Walpole HOWITT Italy Johnson land Latin lawn learned Lissoy Literary Club looks luxury mansion means Milton mind native Nature o'er Oliver Goldsmith pain paths of glory Pembroke Hall picture plain pleasure poem poet's poetic poetry pomp poor pride reign rhyme rich romantic school round seen Sir Joshua Reynolds smiling solitary soul spirit spread stanza Stoke-Pogis Stoops to Conquer swain sway Sweet Auburn Thomas Gray thou thought toil Traveller verse Vicar of Wakefield wandering WASHINGTON IRVING wealth wish word
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Page 29 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven : As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 9 - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Page 27 - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school , The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 30 - Where many a time he triumphed is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
Page 28 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 78 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 29 - For even though vanquished he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound. Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Page 26 - 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 she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last.
Page 76 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 32 - 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...