The Life and Times of Oliver GoldsmithBradbury and Evans, 1855 - 472 pages |
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... seems rational. PAGE Cumberland's visit to the Tem- ple 440 Signs of depression 441 A trouble during whist 441 A pension applied for . 441 Goldsmith's verse . last unfinished Final drudgery His friends neglecting him Popularity of ...
... seems rational. PAGE Cumberland's visit to the Tem- ple 440 Signs of depression 441 A trouble during whist 441 A pension applied for . 441 Goldsmith's verse . last unfinished Final drudgery His friends neglecting him Popularity of ...
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John Forster. THE AUTHOR TO THE READER . " It seems rational to hope , " says Johnson in the Life of Savage , " that minds qualified for great attainments should first " endeavour their own benefit ; and that they who are most " able to ...
John Forster. THE AUTHOR TO THE READER . " It seems rational to hope , " says Johnson in the Life of Savage , " that minds qualified for great attainments should first " endeavour their own benefit ; and that they who are most " able to ...
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... seems out of the question here , and the way to happiness is indeed distant from this . But if we look a little closer , we shall see that he has passed through it all with a child - like purity of heart unsullied . Much of the misery ...
... seems out of the question here , and the way to happiness is indeed distant from this . But if we look a little closer , we shall see that he has passed through it all with a child - like purity of heart unsullied . Much of the misery ...
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... seems quite decisive , from the fact of the same day specified in both cases , coupled with the distinct assurance of Mrs. Hodson that there was a childless interval of seven years before the birth of Oliver , that Henry and Jane were ...
... seems quite decisive , from the fact of the same day specified in both cases , coupled with the distinct assurance of Mrs. Hodson that there was a childless interval of seven years before the birth of Oliver , that Henry and Jane were ...
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... seems to have been the common fame of the Goldsmith race . " The Goldsmiths " were always a strange family , " confessed three different branches of them , in as many different quarters of Ireland , when inquiries were made by a recent ...
... seems to have been the common fame of the Goldsmith race . " The Goldsmiths " were always a strange family , " confessed three different branches of them , in as many different quarters of Ireland , when inquiries were made by a recent ...
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acquaintance actor admiration afterwards amusing anecdote appeared Arthur Murphy Ballymahon Beauclerc bookseller Boswell Burke called character claim close club Colman comedy criticism David Garrick Davies described dinner Doctor Goldsmith Dodsley doubt Dunciad Edmund Burke fame favour fortune garret Garrick genius George Grenville Green Arbour-court Griffiths Grub-street guineas habit happy Hawkins heart Hogarth honour hope Horace Walpole humour Irish Islington Johnson Joseph Warton kind labour lady Langton laughed less letters literary literature lived London Lord Magazine manner months nature never Newbery Newbery's night Oliver Goldsmith passed Percy play poem poet Polite Learning poor pounds poverty present published remark Reynolds Samuel Johnson Sasafras says scene seems shillings sizar Smollett society talk tells theatre thought told Tom Davies truth turned vanity Vicar of Wakefield Voltaire Walpole William Filby writing written wrote young
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Page 343 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and God has given my share, — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 125 - Seven years, my lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Page 390 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense...
Page 41 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Page 451 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless and grand; His manners were gentle, complying and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 297 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 343 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear...
Page 125 - Having carried on my work thus far with so little obligation to any...
Page 297 - 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...
Page 193 - 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.