The Life and Times of Oliver GoldsmithBradbury and Evans, 1855 - 472 pages |
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... telling him it contained all he had to say about Goldsmith , he had " employed much of " what he found in the Essay without having the courtesy to " use marks of quotation . " ( Parlour Window Book , 4-5 . ) At pp . 28-29 , 45-47 , 109 ...
... telling him it contained all he had to say about Goldsmith , he had " employed much of " what he found in the Essay without having the courtesy to " use marks of quotation . " ( Parlour Window Book , 4-5 . ) At pp . 28-29 , 45-47 , 109 ...
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... tell his readers so ) , and a self - glorifying announcement is made of the satisfactory settlement of that interesting question , even in the absence of so important a piece of proof , by the fact that " his name was first found by the ...
... tell his readers so ) , and a self - glorifying announcement is made of the satisfactory settlement of that interesting question , even in the absence of so important a piece of proof , by the fact that " his name was first found by the ...
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... telling , for an occasional game of whist , and for the singing of songs . First in these accomplishments , great at Latin quotations , as admirer of happy human faces greatest of all , -Oliver presides . Cousin Bryanton had seen his ...
... telling , for an occasional game of whist , and for the singing of songs . First in these accomplishments , great at Latin quotations , as admirer of happy human faces greatest of all , -Oliver presides . Cousin Bryanton had seen his ...
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... tell " how I was despised by most , and hateful to myself . Poverty , " hopeless poverty , was my lot , and Melancholy was beginning to " make me her own . When you This good man did not live to know the entire good he had done , or ...
... tell " how I was despised by most , and hateful to myself . Poverty , " hopeless poverty , was my lot , and Melancholy was beginning to " make me her own . When you This good man did not live to know the entire good he had done , or ...
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... tell what she recollected of their old usher . An answer he had given herself one day to a question which , as it interested her youth , had happily not ceased to occupy and interest her old age , seemed to have retained all the strong ...
... tell what she recollected of their old usher . An answer he had given herself one day to a question which , as it interested her youth , had happily not ceased to occupy and interest her old age , seemed to have retained all the strong ...
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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.