The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: In One Volume. With the Portrait of the Author..Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1842 - 399 pàgines |
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... marriage to Miss Wilmot , my son George's former mistress , this a good deal damped the heartiness of his reception : but accident in some measure relieved our embarrassment : for one of the company happening to mention her name , Mr ...
... marriage to Miss Wilmot , my son George's former mistress , this a good deal damped the heartiness of his reception : but accident in some measure relieved our embarrassment : for one of the company happening to mention her name , Mr ...
Pàgina 36
... married to a ' Squire in less than a twelve- month ! " " Well , now Sophy , my child , " said I , “ and what sort of a husband are you to have ? " " Sir , " replied she , " I am to have a Lord soon after my sister has married the ...
... married to a ' Squire in less than a twelve- month ! " " Well , now Sophy , my child , " said I , “ and what sort of a husband are you to have ? " " Sir , " replied she , " I am to have a Lord soon after my sister has married the ...
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... I suppose we are to have no more from that quarter ? " Fudge ! 66 " Why , my dear , " says the Lady , " you know my reader and companion has left me , to be married to Captain Roach ; and as my poor eyes won't suffer me to write myself , ...
... I suppose we are to have no more from that quarter ? " Fudge ! 66 " Why , my dear , " says the Lady , " you know my reader and companion has left me , to be married to Captain Roach ; and as my poor eyes won't suffer me to write myself , ...
Pàgina 47
... Marry , hang the idiot , " returned she , " to bring me such stuff , if I had them I would throw them in the fire . " " There again you are wrong , my dear , " cried I ; " for though they be copper , we will keep them by us , as copper ...
... Marry , hang the idiot , " returned she , " to bring me such stuff , if I had them I would throw them in the fire . " " There again you are wrong , my dear , " cried I ; " for though they be copper , we will keep them by us , as copper ...
Pàgina 48
... married him . They now travelled far , and farther than I can tell , till they met with a company of robbers . The Giant , for the first time , was foremost now ; but the Dwarf was not far behind . The battle was stout and long ...
... married him . They now travelled far , and farther than I can tell , till they met with a company of robbers . The Giant , for the first time , was foremost now ; but the Dwarf was not far behind . The battle was stout and long ...
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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.