The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: In One Volume. With the Portrait of the Author..Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1842 - 399 pàgines |
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... of " Zobeide " . ... 235 236 237 ..... 238 239 .... An Epilogue , intended for Mrs. Bulkley . Threnodia Augustalis ; sacred to the Memory of Her Royal Highness , the Princess Dowager of Wales . Letter , in Prose and Verse , to Mrs. Bunbury.
... of " Zobeide " . ... 235 236 237 ..... 238 239 .... An Epilogue , intended for Mrs. Bulkley . Threnodia Augustalis ; sacred to the Memory of Her Royal Highness , the Princess Dowager of Wales . Letter , in Prose and Verse , to Mrs. Bunbury.
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In One Volume. With the Portrait of the Author.. Oliver Goldsmith. Letter , in Prose and Verse , to Mrs. Bunbury .. Epilogue to the Comedy of " She Stoops to Conquer ; or the Mistakes of a Night " . Epilogue to the Comedy of " She Stoops ...
In One Volume. With the Portrait of the Author.. Oliver Goldsmith. Letter , in Prose and Verse , to Mrs. Bunbury .. Epilogue to the Comedy of " She Stoops to Conquer ; or the Mistakes of a Night " . Epilogue to the Comedy of " She Stoops ...
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... or premature : but a letter from my agent in town soon came with a confirmation of every particular . The loss of fortune to myself alone would have been trifling ; the only uneasiness I felt was for my family , who 7.
... or premature : but a letter from my agent in town soon came with a confirmation of every particular . The loss of fortune to myself alone would have been trifling ; the only uneasiness I felt was for my family , who 7.
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... letters at a time . He brought my daughters also a couple of boxes , in which they might keep wafers , snuff , patches , or even money , when they got it . My wife was usually fond of a weasel skin purse , as being the most lucky ; but ...
... letters at a time . He brought my daughters also a couple of boxes , in which they might keep wafers , snuff , patches , or even money , when they got it . My wife was usually fond of a weasel skin purse , as being the most lucky ; but ...
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... letter of their behaviour . But it was thought indispensably necessary that their appearance should equal the greatness of their expectations , which could not be done without expense . We debated therefore in full council what were the ...
... letter of their behaviour . But it was thought indispensably necessary that their appearance should equal the greatness of their expectations , which could not be done without expense . We debated therefore in full council what were the ...
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Pàgina 215 - 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...
Pàgina 191 - 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 well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pàgina 194 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave ! Where, then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride?
Pàgina 167 - Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind : As different good, by art or nature given To different nations, makes their blessings even.
Pàgina 232 - 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, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Pàgina 189 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Pàgina 186 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, — These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms, — but all these charms are fled...
Pàgina 195 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Pàgina 189 - 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.
Pàgina 190 - 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.