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... pain , it had a very different effect upon my daughters , whose features seemed to brighten with the expectation of an approaching triumph ; nor was my wife less pleased and confident of their allurements and virtue . While our thoughts ...
... pain , it had a very different effect upon my daughters , whose features seemed to brighten with the expectation of an approaching triumph ; nor was my wife less pleased and confident of their allurements and virtue . While our thoughts ...
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... is so exquisitely sensible , that the slightest touch gives pain : what some have thus suffered in their persons , this gentleman felt in his mind . The slightest distress , whether real or fictitious , touched him to 14 GOLDSMITH'S WORKS .
... is so exquisitely sensible , that the slightest touch gives pain : what some have thus suffered in their persons , this gentleman felt in his mind . The slightest distress , whether real or fictitious , touched him to 14 GOLDSMITH'S WORKS .
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... pain by a denial . By this he drew round him crowds of dependants , whom he was sure to disappoint , yet wished to relieve . These hung upon him for a time , and left him with merited reproaches and contempt . But in proportion as he ...
... pain by a denial . By this he drew round him crowds of dependants , whom he was sure to disappoint , yet wished to relieve . These hung upon him for a time , and left him with merited reproaches and contempt . But in proportion as he ...
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... pain : " Till , quite dejected with my scorn , He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn , In secret , where he died . ' But mine the sorrow , mine the fault , And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought ...
... pain : " Till , quite dejected with my scorn , He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn , In secret , where he died . ' But mine the sorrow , mine the fault , And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought ...
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... painful lec- tures upon temperance , simplicity , and contentment were entirely disregarded . The distinctions lately paid us by our betters , awaked that pride which I had laid asleep , but not removed . Our windows now again , as ...
... painful lec- tures upon temperance , simplicity , and contentment were entirely disregarded . The distinctions lately paid us by our betters , awaked that pride which I had laid asleep , but not removed . Our windows now again , as ...
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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.