The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life and WritingsJ. Crissy, 1838 - 527 pages |
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... never been properly explained . Some have not have been allowed to publish it . He has , in- supposed that it was owing to a resolution never deed , done it very well ; but it is a foolish thing well more to engage as a practical ...
... never been properly explained . Some have not have been allowed to publish it . He has , in- supposed that it was owing to a resolution never deed , done it very well ; but it is a foolish thing well more to engage as a practical ...
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... never came back conversation in the country . Olivia , now about to return them . By this the house was cleared of eighteen , had that luxuriancy of beauty , with which such as we did not like ; but never was the family painters ...
... never came back conversation in the country . Olivia , now about to return them . By this the house was cleared of eighteen , had that luxuriancy of beauty , with which such as we did not like ; but never was the family painters ...
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... never dispute your abilities at making a goose- vinced of her ambition , to be under any uneasiness pie , and I beg you'll leave argument to me . " - As from a man of broken fortune . When we were I spoke , poor Mr. Burchell entered the ...
... never dispute your abilities at making a goose- vinced of her ambition , to be under any uneasiness pie , and I beg you'll leave argument to me . " - As from a man of broken fortune . When we were I spoke , poor Mr. Burchell entered the ...
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... never , never part , My life my all that's mine ? " No , never from this hour to part , We'll live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart , Shall break thy Edwin's too . " While this ballad was reading , Sophia seemed ...
... never , never part , My life my all that's mine ? " No , never from this hour to part , We'll live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart , Shall break thy Edwin's too . " While this ballad was reading , Sophia seemed ...
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... never looked so white as when they only possession at present , and of that last treasure did nothing . Instead therefore of finishing George's we must be particularly careful . " — I was soon sorry shirts , we now had them new ...
... never looked so white as when they only possession at present , and of that last treasure did nothing . Instead therefore of finishing George's we must be particularly careful . " — I was soon sorry shirts , we now had them new ...
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Page 154 - 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 154 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him...
Page 153 - Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view 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...
Page 155 - While words of learned length, and thundering sound. Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame : the very spot, Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn that lifts its head on high...
Page 156 - 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...
Page 162 - 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, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold,...
Page 153 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Page 153 - 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. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 155 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Page 156 - 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 ? Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.