The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life and WritingsCrissy & Markley, 1847 - 527 pages |
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... believe it , and the necessary confinement pain - gle day ; he was not less surprised than chagrined , fully irksome , he suddenly gave up his charge , pro- therefore , on his return next morning , to find the cured a good horse , and ...
... believe it , and the necessary confinement pain - gle day ; he was not less surprised than chagrined , fully irksome , he suddenly gave up his charge , pro- therefore , on his return next morning , to find the cured a good horse , and ...
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... believe me , caped my memory , neither do I recollect , with ex- my design is purely to visit , and neither to cut a actness , how much he had written , though I am figure nor levy contributions , neither to excite en- inclined to believe ...
... believe me , caped my memory , neither do I recollect , with ex- my design is purely to visit , and neither to cut a actness , how much he had written , though I am figure nor levy contributions , neither to excite en- inclined to believe ...
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... believe there is one single writer , who has abilities greatest anxiety for its success . In the following to translate a French novel , that does not keep bet- letter he explains his situation and prospects , and ter company , wear ...
... believe there is one single writer , who has abilities greatest anxiety for its success . In the following to translate a French novel , that does not keep bet- letter he explains his situation and prospects , and ter company , wear ...
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... believe me , my head has no share in all I write ; my heart dictates the whole . Pray give my love to Bob Bryanton , and entreat him , from me , not to drink . My dear sir , give me some account about poor Jenny . Yet her husband loves ...
... believe me , my head has no share in all I write ; my heart dictates the whole . Pray give my love to Bob Bryanton , and entreat him , from me , not to drink . My dear sir , give me some account about poor Jenny . Yet her husband loves ...
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... believe the second sight , ' which seemed to excite some ridicule . I was then so impressed with the truth of many of the stories of which I nad been told , that I avowed my conviction , saying ' He is only willing to believe ; I do believe ...
... believe the second sight , ' which seemed to excite some ridicule . I was then so impressed with the truth of many of the stories of which I nad been told , that I avowed my conviction , saying ' He is only willing to believe ; I do believe ...
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Page 152 - 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, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 152 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed 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 151 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn ! Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 154 - And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Page 153 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Page 152 - 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; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 84 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ! The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. 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...
Page 152 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled 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...
Page 151 - Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 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 152 - Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride. And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...