The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: Including a Variety of Pieces, Том 4John Murray, 1837 |
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... seems destructive of the rest . Where wealth and freedom reign , contentment fails , And honour sinks where commerce ... seem . ' " " ' For praise , too dearly lov'd ,
... seems destructive of the rest . Where wealth and freedom reign , contentment fails , And honour sinks where commerce ... seem . ' " " ' For praise , too dearly lov'd ,
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... seems destructive of the rest . Where wealth and freedom reign , contentment fails , And honour sinks where commerce long prevails . Hence every state to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone . Each to the ...
... seems destructive of the rest . Where wealth and freedom reign , contentment fails , And honour sinks where commerce long prevails . Hence every state to one lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone . Each to the ...
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... seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all his manners reign ; Though poor , luxurious ; though submissive , vain ; Though grave , yet trifling ; zealous , yet untrue ; And even in penance planning sins ...
... seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all his manners reign ; Though poor , luxurious ; though submissive , vain ; Though grave , yet trifling ; zealous , yet untrue ; And even in penance planning sins ...
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... seem to find . Here may be seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The paste - board triumph and the cavalcade ; Processions form'd for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove . By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd ...
... seem to find . Here may be seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The paste - board triumph and the cavalcade ; Processions form'd for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove . By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd ...
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... seem . ( 2 ) But while this softer art their bliss supplies , It gives their follies also room to rise ; For praise too dearly lov'd , or warmly sought , Enfeebles all internal strength of thought ; ( 1 ) [ " I had some knowledge of ...
... seem . ( 2 ) But while this softer art their bliss supplies , It gives their follies also room to rise ; For praise too dearly lov'd , or warmly sought , Enfeebles all internal strength of thought ; ( 1 ) [ " I had some knowledge of ...
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