The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life and WritingsJ. Crissy, 1841 - 527 pàgines |
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... rest of his instructors . altogether from his terrible tutor , by abandoning his studies , and flying to some distant part of the globe . With this view he disposed of his books and clothes , and resolved to embark at Cork : but here ...
... rest of his instructors . altogether from his terrible tutor , by abandoning his studies , and flying to some distant part of the globe . With this view he disposed of his books and clothes , and resolved to embark at Cork : but here ...
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... rest a fortnight , and with thing of that kind worth preserving occurred in our difficulty got off even then . Dear sir , keep this all poet's correspondence with his friends . The only a secret , or at least say it was for debt ; for ...
... rest a fortnight , and with thing of that kind worth preserving occurred in our difficulty got off even then . Dear sir , keep this all poet's correspondence with his friends . The only a secret , or at least say it was for debt ; for ...
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... rest satisfied with his present gains , and it is not unlikely that the gaming table gleaned the showed , that if he set apart the money now in his little that remained ; for it has often been asserted , hands , he would be able to ...
... rest satisfied with his present gains , and it is not unlikely that the gaming table gleaned the showed , that if he set apart the money now in his little that remained ; for it has often been asserted , hands , he would be able to ...
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... rest . No alterations there . Some friends , he with his pockets full of papers , which instantly re- tells me , are still lean , but very rich ; others very minded me of the poet in Garrick's farce of Lethe . fat , but still very poor ...
... rest . No alterations there . Some friends , he with his pockets full of papers , which instantly re- tells me , are still lean , but very rich ; others very minded me of the poet in Garrick's farce of Lethe . fat , but still very poor ...
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... rest of the literary world . son came in , we talked of his ' Journey to the Wes- " Johnson , ' I remember once being with Gold - tern Islands , ' and of his coming away ' willing to smith in Westminster Abbey . While we sur- believe ...
... rest of the literary world . son came in , we talked of his ' Journey to the Wes- " Johnson , ' I remember once being with Gold - tern Islands , ' and of his coming away ' willing to smith in Westminster Abbey . While we sur- believe ...
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Pàgina 152 - 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 153 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault ; The village all declared how much he knew ; 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too...
Pàgina 152 - 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!
Pàgina 153 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair, To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear; The host himself no longer shall be found Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ; Nor the coy maid, half willing to be prest, Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest.
Pàgina 154 - E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah, no ! To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Pàgina 152 - He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered...
Pàgina 153 - 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...
Pàgina 148 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Pàgina 153 - 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...
Pàgina 23 - I put the cork into the bottle, desired he 'Would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.