The works of Oliver Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield, select poems and comedies, with intr., notes and a life by J.F. Waller, Volume 31864 - 369 pages |
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... hast made one poor creature wretched for life , and polluted a family that had nothing but honour for their portion . " " If she , or you , " returned he , " are resolved to be miserable , I cannot help it . But you may still be happy ...
... hast made one poor creature wretched for life , and polluted a family that had nothing but honour for their portion . " " If she , or you , " returned he , " are resolved to be miserable , I cannot help it . But you may still be happy ...
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... hast once wofully , irreparably deceived me . I reposed my heart upon thine honour , and have found its baseness . Never more , therefore , expect friendship from me . Go , and possess what fortune has given thee beauty , riches ...
... hast once wofully , irreparably deceived me . I reposed my heart upon thine honour , and have found its baseness . Never more , therefore , expect friendship from me . Go , and possess what fortune has given thee beauty , riches ...
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... hast strength , and it was given thee , my son , for very useful purposes ; for it must save from famine your helpless parents and family . Prepare then this evening to look out for work against to- morrow , and bring home every night ...
... hast strength , and it was given thee , my son , for very useful purposes ; for it must save from famine your helpless parents and family . Prepare then this evening to look out for work against to- morrow , and bring home every night ...
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... hast done very ill , and at another time my reproaches might have been more severe . Oh ! what a tremendous gulf hast thou escaped , that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin ! Providence , indeed , has here been kinder ...
... hast done very ill , and at another time my reproaches might have been more severe . Oh ! what a tremendous gulf hast thou escaped , that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin ! Providence , indeed , has here been kinder ...
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... hast thou been relieved , or who the ruffians were that carried thee away . " " Indeed , sir , " replied she , " as to the villain who carried me off I am yet ignorant . For as my mamma and I were walking out he came behind us , and ...
... hast thou been relieved , or who the ruffians were that carried thee away . " " Indeed , sir , " replied she , " as to the villain who carried me off I am yet ignorant . For as my mamma and I were walking out he came behind us , and ...
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Page 201 - ... country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to...
Page 202 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to -virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies; He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 197 - And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, 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.
Page 201 - 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...
Page 207 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave ! Where, then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits stray'd, He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare-worn common is denied.
Page 200 - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled.
Page 217 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, re-counts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Page 80 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...
Page 199 - 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 199 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...