The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: Now First Collected. With an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. In two volumes..H. Goldney, 1780 |
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... , an apothecary , to whom he complained of a violent pain extending all over the fore part of his head , his tongue was moist , he had no cold fhivering , and his pulfe pulfe beat about ninety strokes in a mi- nute . xxxii MEMOIRS OF.
... , an apothecary , to whom he complained of a violent pain extending all over the fore part of his head , his tongue was moist , he had no cold fhivering , and his pulfe pulfe beat about ninety strokes in a mi- nute . xxxii MEMOIRS OF.
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... head , and fet fire to the tail : For the joy of each sex , on the world I'll beftow it , This fcholar , rake , Chriftian , dupe , gamefter , and poet : Though a mixture fo odd , he fhall merit great fame , And among brother mortals ...
... head , and fet fire to the tail : For the joy of each sex , on the world I'll beftow it , This fcholar , rake , Chriftian , dupe , gamefter , and poet : Though a mixture fo odd , he fhall merit great fame , And among brother mortals ...
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... head shall shake , While all adown the furrows of her face Slow fhall the lingering tears each other trace , And , Oh my child ! feverer woes remain , To all the houseless , and unfhelter'd train : Thy fate shall fadden many an humble ...
... head shall shake , While all adown the furrows of her face Slow fhall the lingering tears each other trace , And , Oh my child ! feverer woes remain , To all the houseless , and unfhelter'd train : Thy fate shall fadden many an humble ...
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... head : Pain'd Memory alone behind remains , And penfive ftalks the folitary plains , Rich in her forrows , honours without art , She pays in tears , redundant from the heart . And fay , what boots it o'er thy hallow'd duft To heap the ...
... head : Pain'd Memory alone behind remains , And penfive ftalks the folitary plains , Rich in her forrows , honours without art , She pays in tears , redundant from the heart . And fay , what boots it o'er thy hallow'd duft To heap the ...
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... head . Could fo much beauty condescend To be a dull domeftic friend ? Could any curtain lectures bring To decency fo fine a thing ? In fhort , by night , ' twas fits or fretting ; By day , ' twas gadding or coquetting . Fond to be feen ...
... head . Could fo much beauty condescend To be a dull domeftic friend ? Could any curtain lectures bring To decency fo fine a thing ? In fhort , by night , ' twas fits or fretting ; By day , ' twas gadding or coquetting . Fond to be feen ...
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againſt bard befide beſt bleffings bleft blifs boaſt breaſt charms cloſe David Garrick dear defire Doctor eaſe Edmund Burke effay fame faſhion fatire feek feems fhall fhore fhould figh fince fincere finks firft firſt fmall fmiling folitary fome fons foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftranger ftrike fuch fupplies fure fweet Garrick Good-natur'd gueſt happineſs heart himſelf honour humble jeft Johnſon juft Kenrick laft laſt loft lord luxury mafter mind mirth moft moſt muſt o'er occafion octavo OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain paſt perfon pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poem poet poetical praiſe pride publiſhed purſue raiſe rife round ſcene ſhades ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhort Sir Joshua Reynolds ſkies ſky ſmiling ſome ſports ſpot ſpread ſtate ſteps ſtill Stoops to Conquer thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toil turn Twas uſed village wealth Whilft Whitefoord whofe whoſe wiſh write
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