The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With the Portrait of the AuthorB. Tauchnitz, 1842 - 429 pàgines |
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... Olivia . In less than another year we had another daughter , and now I was determined that Grissel should be her name ; but a rich relation taking a fancy to stand god - mother , the girl was by her directions called Sophia : so that we ...
... Olivia . In less than another year we had another daughter , and now I was determined that Grissel should be her name ; but a rich relation taking a fancy to stand god - mother , the girl was by her directions called Sophia : so that we ...
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... Olivia wished for many lovers ; Sophia to secure one . Olivia was often affected , from too great a desire to please ; Sophia even repressed excellence , from her fears to offend . The one entertained me with her vivacity when I was gay ...
... Olivia wished for many lovers ; Sophia to secure one . Olivia was often affected , from too great a desire to please ; Sophia even repressed excellence , from her fears to offend . The one entertained me with her vivacity when I was gay ...
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... Olivia , " he is well enough for a man ; but , for my part , I don't much like him , he is so extremely im- pudent and familiar : but on the guitar he is shocking . " These two last speeches I interpreted by contraries . I found by this ...
... Olivia , " he is well enough for a man ; but , for my part , I don't much like him , he is so extremely im- pudent and familiar : but on the guitar he is shocking . " These two last speeches I interpreted by contraries . I found by this ...
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... Olivia , too , could not avoid whispering , loud enough to be heard , that he had an infinite fund of humour . - After dinner , I began with my usual toast , the Church : for this I was thanked by the chaplain , as he said the church ...
... Olivia , too , could not avoid whispering , loud enough to be heard , that he had an infinite fund of humour . - After dinner , I began with my usual toast , the Church : for this I was thanked by the chaplain , as he said the church ...
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... Olivia , who mistook it for humour , though but a mere act of the memory . She thought him , therefore , a very fine gentleman ; and such as consider what powerful ingredients a good figure , fine clothes , and fortune are , in that ...
... Olivia , who mistook it for humour , though but a mere act of the memory . She thought him , therefore , a very fine gentleman ; and such as consider what powerful ingredients a good figure , fine clothes , and fortune are , in that ...
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Pàgina 210 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. 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.
Pàgina 210 - 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.
Pàgina 209 - All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Pàgina 206 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain, mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place...
Pàgina 236 - As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine ; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings — a dupe to his art.
Pàgina 123 - 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...
Pàgina 209 - 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...
Pàgina 207 - 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.
Pàgina 251 - 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...
Pàgina 76 - 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.