The life and adventures of Oliver GoldsmithBradbury & Evans, 1848 - 704 pages |
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Page 88
... honoured with the title of Friend of Society , wherein reference was possibly intended to the defective side of that Lectureship of Society , to which the serious and resolute author of the Rambler had been lately self - appointed ...
... honoured with the title of Friend of Society , wherein reference was possibly intended to the defective side of that Lectureship of Society , to which the serious and resolute author of the Rambler had been lately self - appointed ...
Page 103
... honour , here ! All in good time , my ' dear boy , ' cried Oliver joyfully , to check the bitterness of despair . All in good time : I shall be richer by and by . ' Beside you see , I am not in positive want . Addison , ' let me tell ...
... honour , here ! All in good time , my ' dear boy , ' cried Oliver joyfully , to check the bitterness of despair . All in good time : I shall be richer by and by . ' Beside you see , I am not in positive want . Addison , ' let me tell ...
Page 114
... honour I have probably lost in the change . I have often let my fancy loose when you were the subject , and have imagined you gracing the bench , or thundering at the bar ; while I have taken no small pride to myself , and whis- pered ...
... honour I have probably lost in the change . I have often let my fancy loose when you were the subject , and have imagined you gracing the bench , or thundering at the bar ; while I have taken no small pride to myself , and whis- pered ...
Page 118
... honours I have had such just reason to expect . I have not yet seen my face reflected in all the lively display of red and white paints on any sign - posts in the suburbs . Your handkerchief weavers seem as yet unacquainted with my ...
... honours I have had such just reason to expect . I have not yet seen my face reflected in all the lively display of red and white paints on any sign - posts in the suburbs . Your handkerchief weavers seem as yet unacquainted with my ...
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... honour of our country , for the figure we shall ' one day make among posterity , would not choose to ' see such humbled as are possessed only of talents that ' might have made good cobblers , had fortune turned ' them to trade ? The ...
... honour of our country , for the figure we shall ' one day make among posterity , would not choose to ' see such humbled as are possessed only of talents that ' might have made good cobblers , had fortune turned ' them to trade ? The ...
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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 543 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Page 473 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven...
Page 540 - 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 472 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 585 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though 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...
Page 54 - 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 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...
Page 543 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure, scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure, these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts?
Page 541 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair, To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his pond'rous strength, and lean to hear...