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" And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain. "
Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's - Page 7
by John Pendleton Kennedy - 1854 - 432 pages
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The Poems of Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1800 - 129 pages
...works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring wall, And trembling,...
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The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ...

English poetry - 1800 - 304 pages
...works its weedy way; Along thy glades a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest: Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaryM cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring...
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The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 148 pages
...works its weedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring...
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Poems by Goldsmith and Parnell

Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 68 pages
...works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes, with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall ; And trembling,...
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The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life ...

Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1805 - 148 pages
...works its weary way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring...
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Poetical Works

Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 72 pages
...works its weedy way; Alonif thy Blades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring...
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The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry

Poetry - 1806 - 304 pages
...works its weedy way Along thy glades a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest : Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring...
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The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.

Oliver Goldsmith - 1809
...its \veedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring...
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The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, Volume 3

English poetry - English poetry - 1809
...works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring...
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Specimens of the British poets, Volume 2

British poets - English poetry - 1809
...its weedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sou u ding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering...
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