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The Poetical Works Of Goldsmith, Collins And T. Warton
The Poetical Works Of Goldsmith Collins And T Warton Author:Oliver Goldsmith General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1854 Original Publisher: J. Nichol Subjects: Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Literary Criticism / Poetry Poetry / General Poetry / Anthologies Poetry / American / General Poetry / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a bla... more »ck and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: GOLDSMITH'S POEMS, THE TRAVELLER; OR, A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY. Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld, or wandering Po ; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; "Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. 10 Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend, And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire : Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair : Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd, Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; 20 Or press the bashful stranger to his food, 21 And learn the luxury of doing good. 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 al...« less