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Pàgina 8
The poor live pleasantly without our help , why then should not we learn to live without theirs ? No , my children , let us from this noment give up all pretensions to gentility ; we have still enough left for happiness if we are wise ...
The poor live pleasantly without our help , why then should not we learn to live without theirs ? No , my children , let us from this noment give up all pretensions to gentility ; we have still enough left for happiness if we are wise ...
Pàgina 31
“ Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And ev'ry caro resign : And shall we 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 ...
“ Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And ev'ry caro resign : And shall we 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 ...
Pàgina 38
I therefore walked back by the horse - way , which was live miles round , though the foot - way was but two , and when gut about half way home perceived the procession marching slowly forward towards the church ; my son , my wife ...
I therefore walked back by the horse - way , which was live miles round , though the foot - way was but two , and when gut about half way home perceived the procession marching slowly forward towards the church ; my son , my wife ...
Pàgina 46
But as I live , yonder comes Moses , without a horse , and the box at his back . " As she spoke , Moses came slowly on foot , and sweating under the deal box , which he had strapt round his shoulders like a pedlar .
But as I live , yonder comes Moses , without a horse , and the box at his back . " As she spoke , Moses came slowly on foot , and sweating under the deal box , which he had strapt round his shoulders like a pedlar .
Pàgina 69
While we live they will be our support and our pleasure here , and when we die , they will transmit our honour untainted to posterity . Come , my son , we wait for a song : Jet us have a chorus . But where is my darling Olivia ?
While we live they will be our support and our pleasure here , and when we die , they will transmit our honour untainted to posterity . Come , my son , we wait for a song : Jet us have a chorus . But where is my darling Olivia ?
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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Passatges populars
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.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: In One Volume. With the Portrait of the Author.. Volum 22 de Collection of British and American authors Volum 22 de Collection of British authors |
| Autor | Oliver Goldsmith |
| Editor | Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1842 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 11 Oct. 2007 |
| Nre. de pàgines | 399 pàgines |
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