The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: In One Volume. With the Portrait of the Author..Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1842 - 399 pàgines |
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Pàgina 89
... fears in desperation , and entered this cell , for it had the appearance of one , with the devotion of a monastic . Here I found a number of poor creatures , all in circumstances like myself , expecting the arrival of Mr. Crispe ...
... fears in desperation , and entered this cell , for it had the appearance of one , with the devotion of a monastic . Here I found a number of poor creatures , all in circumstances like myself , expecting the arrival of Mr. Crispe ...
Pàgina 102
... fears , and to arm her with re- solution to bear the presence of her offended mother . I took every opportunity , from the prospect of a fine country , through which we passed , to observe how much kinder Heaven was to us , than we to ...
... fears , and to arm her with re- solution to bear the presence of her offended mother . I took every opportunity , from the prospect of a fine country , through which we passed , to observe how much kinder Heaven was to us , than we to ...
Pàgina 121
... fears of detection . I used often to laugh at your honest simple neighbour Flamborough , and one way or another generally cheated him once a year . Yet still the honest man went forward without suspicion , and grew rich , while I still ...
... fears of detection . I used often to laugh at your honest simple neighbour Flamborough , and one way or another generally cheated him once a year . Yet still the honest man went forward without suspicion , and grew rich , while I still ...
Pàgina 124
... fears , all our possessions are paled up with new edicts every day , and hung round with gibbets to scare every invader . I cannot tell whether it is from the number of our penal laws , or the licentiousness of our people , that this ...
... fears , all our possessions are paled up with new edicts every day , and hung round with gibbets to scare every invader . I cannot tell whether it is from the number of our penal laws , or the licentiousness of our people , that this ...
Pàgina 125
... fear , is no longer reserved for me here ; and I long to be rid of a place where I have only found distress . Indeed , Sir , I wish you would make a pro- per submission to Mr. Thornhill ; it may , in some measure , in- duce him to pity ...
... fear , is no longer reserved for me here ; and I long to be rid of a place where I have only found distress . Indeed , Sir , I wish you would make a pro- per submission to Mr. Thornhill ; it may , in some measure , in- duce him to pity ...
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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.