The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Poetical works. Dramas. The vicar of WakefieldJohn Murray, 1854 |
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... MARRY ME " 123 LETTER IN PROSE AND VERSE TO MRS . BUNBURY . 124 INTENDED EPILOGUE TO " SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER " 127 ANOTHER INTENDED EPILOGUE TO " SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER " 131 EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MR . LEE LEWES , IN THE CHARACTER OF ...
... MARRY ME " 123 LETTER IN PROSE AND VERSE TO MRS . BUNBURY . 124 INTENDED EPILOGUE TO " SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER " 127 ANOTHER INTENDED EPILOGUE TO " SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER " 131 EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MR . LEE LEWES , IN THE CHARACTER OF ...
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... the god - like stroke , Yet perished fated Rome . " He was thrice married ; was a big , jovial , voluptuous Irishman , with a loud voice , a strong Irish accent , and a ready though coarse wit . THE HAUNCH OF VENISON . THANKS , my Lord ,
... the god - like stroke , Yet perished fated Rome . " He was thrice married ; was a big , jovial , voluptuous Irishman , with a loud voice , a strong Irish accent , and a ready though coarse wit . THE HAUNCH OF VENISON . THANKS , my Lord ,
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... married . Need we expose to vulgar sight The raptures of the bridal night ? Need we intrude on hallow'd ground , Or draw the curtains clos'd around ? Let it suffice , that each had charms ; He clasp'd a goddess in his arms : And ...
... married . Need we expose to vulgar sight The raptures of the bridal night ? Need we intrude on hallow'd ground , Or draw the curtains clos'd around ? Let it suffice , that each had charms ; He clasp'd a goddess in his arms : And ...
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... marry me ? Lovers are plenty ; but fail to relieve me . He , fond youth , that could carry me , Offers to love , but means to deceive me . But I will rally , and combat the ruiner : Not a look , nor a smile shall my passion discover ...
... marry me ? Lovers are plenty ; but fail to relieve me . He , fond youth , that could carry me , Offers to love , but means to deceive me . But I will rally , and combat the ruiner : Not a look , nor a smile shall my passion discover ...
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... marriage that would set all things to rights again . Honey . Love me ! Sure , Jarvis , you dream . No , no ; her intimacy with me never amounted to more than mere friendship— mere friendship . That she is the most lovely woman that ever ...
... marriage that would set all things to rights again . Honey . Love me ! Sure , Jarvis , you dream . No , no ; her intimacy with me never amounted to more than mere friendship— mere friendship . That she is the most lovely woman that ever ...
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assure Burchell charms child cried CROAKER daughter DAVID GARRICK dear Ecod Enter Essays Exeunt Exit favour Fcap fellow Flamborough fortune friendship gentleman girl give Goldsmith happy Hast hear heart heaven honest Honey Honeywood honour hope horse Jarv Jarvis Jenkinson ladies laugh leave Leon Leontine letter Livy Lofty look Lord Madam manner Marl Marlow married mind Miss Hard Miss Nev Miss Rich Miss Richland morning Moses neighbour never night OLIVER GOLDSMITH Olivia once pardon passion Plates pleasure poor Portrait Post 8vo prison replied returned round Second Edition seemed servants Sir William Sir Wm sister soon Squire Stoops to Conquer sure talk tell thee there's things Third Edition Thornhill thou Tony town Vicar of Wakefield virtue Vols wife Woodcuts wretched young Zounds
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Страница 48 - 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.
Страница 415 - She complied in a manner so exquisitely pathetic as moved me. When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Страница 42 - I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last.
Страница 48 - Hoards even beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth...
Страница 14 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill; Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
Страница 41 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed can never be supplied.
Страница 49 - Where then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride ? If to some common's fenceless limits...
Страница 50 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts?
Страница 105 - 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.
Страница 40 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place...