The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: In One Volume. With the Portrait of the Author..Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1842 - 399 pàgines |
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... 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 : let us have a chorus . But where is my darling Olivia ? That little ...
... 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 : let us have a chorus . But where is my darling Olivia ? That little ...
Pàgina 71
... live with her vile seducer : she may bring us to shame , but she shall never more deceive us . " " Wife , " said I , 66 ' do not talk thus hardly ; my detestation of her guilt is as great as yours ; but ever shall this house and this ...
... live with her vile seducer : she may bring us to shame , but she shall never more deceive us . " " Wife , " said I , 66 ' do not talk thus hardly ; my detestation of her guilt is as great as yours ; but ever shall this house and this ...
Pàgina 76
... live to see one so base , so sordid , as to be an enemy to liberty , and a defender of tyrants ? Liberty , that sacred gift of heaven , that glorious privilege of Britons ! " " 6 Can it be possible , " cried our entertainer , " that ...
... live to see one so base , so sordid , as to be an enemy to liberty , and a defender of tyrants ? Liberty , that sacred gift of heaven , that glorious privilege of Britons ! " " 6 Can it be possible , " cried our entertainer , " that ...
Pàgina 83
... live by it in opulence . All honest jogg - trot men , who go on smoothly and dully , and write history and politics , and are praised : men , Sir , who , had they been bred coblers , would all their lives have only 6 * 83.
... live by it in opulence . All honest jogg - trot men , who go on smoothly and dully , and write history and politics , and are praised : men , Sir , who , had they been bred coblers , would all their lives have only 6 * 83.
Pàgina 84
... lives have only mended shoes , but never made them . " Finding that there was no great degree of gentility affixed to the character of an usher , I resolved to accept his proposal : and having the highest respect for literature , hailed ...
... lives have only mended shoes , but never made them . " Finding that there was no great degree of gentility affixed to the character of an usher , I resolved to accept his proposal : and having the highest respect for literature , hailed ...
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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.