Oliver Goldsmith, a Biography, Volume 6G. P. Putnam and son, 1868 - 427 pages |
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Page 14 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 234 - 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.
Page 263 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, 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 167 - THE wretch, condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Page 12 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 35 - Where all the ruddy family around, Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale, Or press the bashful stranger...
Page 161 - I was dressed and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him.
Page 392 - He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them back : Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame ; 'Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper' d the highest was surest to please.
Page 93 - ... nothing at all. Why the plague, then, so fond of Ireland ? Then, all at once, because you, my dear friend, and a few more who are exceptions to the general picture, have a residence there. This it is that gives me all the pangs I feel in separation.
Page 392 - Twas only that when he was off he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day...