The poetical works ... With the life of the author / [Oliver Goldsmith].
- Oliver Goldsmith
- Date:
- [1795?]
Licence: Public Domain Mark
Credit: The poetical works ... With the life of the author / [Oliver Goldsmith]. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![And, Oh, my child ; feverer woes remain, To all the honlelel's and unflieller’d train: Thy fate ihall ladden many an humble gueft, And heap frefh anguilh on the beggar’s breaft. For dear wert thou to ail the fons of pain; To all that wander, forrow, or complain, Dear to the learned, to the fimple dear, ’For daily bleffings mark’d thy virtuous year; The rich receiv’d a moral from thy head. And from thy heart the ftranger found a bed. Diftrefs came always I'miling from thy door; For God had made thee agent to the poor; Had form’d thy feelings on the nobleft plan. To grace at once, the Poet, and the Man. EXTRACT FROM A MONODY ON THE DEATH OF DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. T\ARK as the night, which now in dunneft robe, ^ Afcends her zenitli, o'er the filent globe; Sad melancholy wakes, awhile to tread. With folemn ftep, the manfions of the dead : Led by her hand, o’er this yet recent Ihrine I forrowing bend ; and here ell'ay to twine The tributary wreath of laureat bloom. With artlefs hands, to deck a Poet’s tomb; The tomb where Goldfmith fleeps. Fond hopes, adieu! No more your airy dreams Ihall mock my view ; Here will I learn ambition to controul, ' • And each afpiring paffion of the foul: E’en now, methinks, his well-known voice 1 hear. When late he meditated flight from care, When, as imagination fondly hied To fcenes of Iweet retirement, thus he cried. “ 'Ve fplendid fabrics, palaces and towers, “ Where diffipation leads the giddy hours, “ Where pomp, difeafe, and knavery relide, , “ .'Vnd folly bends the knee to wealthy pride ; “ Where luxury’s purveyors leant to rile, “ And worth, to want a prey, unfriended dies ; “ Where warbling Eunuchs glitter in brocade, “ And haplefs Poets toil for fcanty bread. y “ Farewel! to other fcenes I turn my eyes, ^ “ Embofom’d in the vale where Auburn lies, ' , “ Defected Auburn, thole now ruin’d glades, ] “ Forlorn, yet ever dear and honour’d (hades. ^](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b28779575_0030.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
