The Complete Poetical Works of William Collins, Thomas Gray, and Oliver Goldsmith: With Biographical Sketches and Notes |
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... Epilogue to the Good - Natured Man , Epilogue to The Sister , Prologue to Zobeide , • • • • Intended Epilogue to She Stoops to Conquer , Another Intended Epilogue to She Stoops to Conquer , Epilogue to She Stoops to Conquer , • Epilogue ...
... Epilogue to the Good - Natured Man , Epilogue to The Sister , Prologue to Zobeide , • • • • Intended Epilogue to She Stoops to Conquer , Another Intended Epilogue to She Stoops to Conquer , Epilogue to She Stoops to Conquer , • Epilogue ...
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... more my titles shall my children tell ; The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honor ends . * * * EPILOGUE TO THE GOOD - NATURED MAN . As puffing.
... more my titles shall my children tell ; The old buffoon will fit my name as well ; This day beyond its term my fate extends , For life is ended when our honor ends . * * * EPILOGUE TO THE GOOD - NATURED MAN . As puffing.
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... EPILOGUE TO THE GOOD - NATURED MAN . As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure To swear the pill , or drop , has wrought a cure Thus , on the stage , our play - wrights still depend , For epilogues and prologues , on some friend Who ...
... EPILOGUE TO THE GOOD - NATURED MAN . As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure To swear the pill , or drop , has wrought a cure Thus , on the stage , our play - wrights still depend , For epilogues and prologues , on some friend Who ...
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... EPILOGUE TO THE SISTER , A COMEDY , BY MRS . CHARLOTTE LENNOX . WHAT ! five long acts and all to make us wiser ! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser . Had she consulted me , she should have made Her moral play a speaking masquerade ...
... EPILOGUE TO THE SISTER , A COMEDY , BY MRS . CHARLOTTE LENNOX . WHAT ! five long acts and all to make us wiser ! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser . Had she consulted me , she should have made Her moral play a speaking masquerade ...
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... EPILOGUE TO SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER . Enter Mrs. BULKLEY , who curtseys very low as beginning to speak . Then enter ... Epilogue . MRS . BULKLEY . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . Yes , the Epilogue , my dear . MRS . BULKLEY . Sure you mistake ...
... EPILOGUE TO SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER . Enter Mrs. BULKLEY , who curtseys very low as beginning to speak . Then enter ... Epilogue . MRS . BULKLEY . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . Yes , the Epilogue , my dear . MRS . BULKLEY . Sure you mistake ...
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Page 68 - Echo still through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair...
Page 62 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Page 59 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 44 - 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 43 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 30 - The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 46 - Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where gray-beard mirth, and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound And news much older than their ale went round.
Page 61 - 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 70 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round: Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odors from his dewy wings.
Page 24 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; 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.