The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life and WritingsJ. Crissy and J. Grigg, 1830 - 527 pages |
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... LETTERS FROM A CITIZEN OF THE WORLD TO HIS FRIENDS IN THE 144 145 ib . 147 EAST . ib . Letter ib . The Deserted Village , The Gift , 152 157 Epitaph on Dr. Parnell , Epilogue to the Comedy of the Sisters , Epilogue spoken by Mrs ...
... LETTERS FROM A CITIZEN OF THE WORLD TO HIS FRIENDS IN THE 144 145 ib . 147 EAST . ib . Letter ib . The Deserted Village , The Gift , 152 157 Epitaph on Dr. Parnell , Epilogue to the Comedy of the Sisters , Epilogue spoken by Mrs ...
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... Letter Page 262 . dom . An allegory to prove its futility , 292 263 264 XVII . Of the war now carried on be- tween France and England , with its frivolous motives , 265 XVIII . The story of the Chinese ma- tron , XIX . The English ...
... Letter Page 262 . dom . An allegory to prove its futility , 292 263 264 XVII . Of the war now carried on be- tween France and England , with its frivolous motives , 265 XVIII . The story of the Chinese ma- tron , XIX . The English ...
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... Letter 320 321 · 323 · 324 players ridiculed , Page 353 LXXXVI . The races of Newmarket ridi- culed . The description of a cart - race , 355 LXXXVII . The folly of the western parts of Europe in employing the Russians to fight their ...
... Letter 320 321 · 323 · 324 players ridiculed , Page 353 LXXXVI . The races of Newmarket ridi- culed . The description of a cart - race , 355 LXXXVII . The folly of the western parts of Europe in employing the Russians to fight their ...
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... Letter Page CVII . The English too fond of believing every report without examination . A story of an incendiary to this purpose , 376 CVIII . The utility and entertainment which might result from a jour- ney into the East , CIX . The ...
... Letter Page CVII . The English too fond of believing every report without examination . A story of an incendiary to this purpose , 376 CVIII . The utility and entertainment which might result from a jour- ney into the East , CIX . The ...
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... letter to amuse his dered chop was served up one day , a fried steak ano - friends with a whimsical account of the costume ther , collops with onion sauce a third , and so on , till and manners of the Hollanders ; which we also ex- the ...
... letter to amuse his dered chop was served up one day , a fried steak ano - friends with a whimsical account of the costume ther , collops with onion sauce a third , and so on , till and manners of the Hollanders ; which we also ex- the ...
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Page 153 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 153 - Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Page 101 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom is to die.
Page 147 - The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye ; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied, The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Page 148 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Page 156 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wished for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for her father's arms.
Page 154 - ... country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed...
Page 148 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 153 - 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 : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 156 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...