The Life and Adventures of Oliver Goldsmith: A Biography in Four Books, Volume 1Bradbury and Evans, 1848 - 704 pages |
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... matter of pride to remember ; and at the ripe age of ninety , when the great writer had been thirteen years in his grave , boasted of it with " ' her last breath . ' That her success in the task had not been much to boast of , she at ...
... matter of pride to remember ; and at the ripe age of ninety , when the great writer had been thirteen years in his grave , boasted of it with " ' her last breath . ' That her success in the task had not been much to boast of , she at ...
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... matters not then to be ac- counted for . The good master had been Charles Goldsmith's friend . They dwelt upon his ugliness and awkward manners , and professed to recount even the studies he liked or disliked . Ovid and Horace were ...
... matters not then to be ac- counted for . The good master had been Charles Goldsmith's friend . They dwelt upon his ugliness and awkward manners , and professed to recount even the studies he liked or disliked . Ovid and Horace were ...
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... matters over in after years with Edmond Malone , he said that , though he made no figure in mathematics , he could have turned an ode of Horace with any of them . His tutor , Mr. Theaker Wilder , would as soon have had him turn a lathe ...
... matters over in after years with Edmond Malone , he said that , though he made no figure in mathematics , he could have turned an ode of Horace with any of them . His tutor , Mr. Theaker Wilder , would as soon have had him turn a lathe ...
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... matter at any of them , was actually conferred . Of his having also taken a somewhat close survey of those countless academic institutions of Italy , in the midst of which Italian learning at this time withered , evidence is not wanting ...
... matter at any of them , was actually conferred . Of his having also taken a somewhat close survey of those countless academic institutions of Italy , in the midst of which Italian learning at this time withered , evidence is not wanting ...
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... matter , as it was natural Miss Milner should . But in sober fact , it was even his bitterest time , this Peckham time . He could think in after years of his beggary , but not of his slavery , without shame . Oh , that is all a holiday ...
... matter , as it was natural Miss Milner should . But in sober fact , it was even his bitterest time , this Peckham time . He could think in after years of his beggary , but not of his slavery , without shame . Oh , that is all a holiday ...
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Page 188 - 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 189 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
Page 538 - 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 538 - 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 473 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth when every sport could please, How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm...
Page 188 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help...
Page 470 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 583 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining ; Tho' equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Page 308 - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me.
Page 65 - I had rather be an under-turnkey in Newgate. I was up early and late ; I was browbeat by the master, hated for my ugly face by the mistress, worried by the boys...