The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Poetical works. Dramas. The vicar of WakefieldJohn Murray, 1854 |
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... thought worthy of collection , ( Collecta revirescunt was his own motto ) ; for in the apparent desire to present the text of each essay as it first appeared , papers are reprinted without their subsequent alterations , those minute ...
... thought worthy of collection , ( Collecta revirescunt was his own motto ) ; for in the apparent desire to present the text of each essay as it first appeared , papers are reprinted without their subsequent alterations , those minute ...
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... thought fit to separate them , keeping the contributions to each Review apart , and in strict chronological order . My reasons for so doing are that , The Monthly Review was edited by a bookseller and his wife , while The Critical ...
... thought fit to separate them , keeping the contributions to each Review apart , and in strict chronological order . My reasons for so doing are that , The Monthly Review was edited by a bookseller and his wife , while The Critical ...
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... thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet his tawdry 3 lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his phrensy fire.1 : 6 What reception a Poem may ...
... thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet his tawdry 3 lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his phrensy fire.1 : 6 What reception a Poem may ...
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... thought all happiness lay beyond the Alps ; when in Italy , I found myself still in want of something , and expected to leave solitude behind me by going into Romelia ; and now you find me turning back , still expecting ease everywhere ...
... thought all happiness lay beyond the Alps ; when in Italy , I found myself still in want of something , and expected to leave solitude behind me by going into Romelia ; and now you find me turning back , still expecting ease everywhere ...
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... thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace , And ...
... thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace , And ...
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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...