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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... replied by a sneer at knew neither the name nor address of his landlady . the poet's poverty and improvident disposition . In this dilemma , as he was wandering at random , Their host being well acquainted with the charac- he ...
... replied by a sneer at knew neither the name nor address of his landlady . the poet's poverty and improvident disposition . In this dilemma , as he was wandering at random , Their host being well acquainted with the charac- he ...
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... replied , with that reason to think that he had read Spenser . " air and manner which none who ever heard or " A proposition which had been agitated , that saw him can forget , ' He speaks ill of nobody but monuments to eminent persons ...
... replied , with that reason to think that he had read Spenser . " air and manner which none who ever heard or " A proposition which had been agitated , that saw him can forget , ' He speaks ill of nobody but monuments to eminent persons ...
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... replied to ed original made its appearance in a trifling peri- this awkward compliment by a smile , and the odical publication , entitled " The Quiz . " It bears heedless poet went on totally unconscious of his internal evidence of ...
... replied to ed original made its appearance in a trifling peri- this awkward compliment by a smile , and the odical publication , entitled " The Quiz . " It bears heedless poet went on totally unconscious of his internal evidence of ...
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... replied , " Sir , I was not interrupting the gentle- ever , that he was prone to indulge this unamiable man ; I was only giving him a signal of my atten- passion to so ridiculous an excess , that the instances tion . Sir , you are ...
... replied , " Sir , I was not interrupting the gentle- ever , that he was prone to indulge this unamiable man ; I was only giving him a signal of my atten- passion to so ridiculous an excess , that the instances tion . Sir , you are ...
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... replied , that in his opinion this medicine was very improper at that time , and begged he would not think of it ; but every argument used seemed only to render him more determined in his own opinion . Another's woe thy heart could ...
... replied , that in his opinion this medicine was very improper at that time , and begged he would not think of it ; but every argument used seemed only to render him more determined in his own opinion . Another's woe thy heart could ...
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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...