Select works of Oliver Goldsmith, Containing i. The vicar of Wakefield, ii. The traveller and iii. The deserted village. With memoirs of the life and writtings [sic] of the autor [sic] by R. Anderson1803 |
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... live to finish . It was written in answer to certain illiberal attacks , which had been made on his perfon , writings , and dialect , in a club of literary friends , where wit is faid to have fometimes Sparkled at the expence of good ...
... live to finish . It was written in answer to certain illiberal attacks , which had been made on his perfon , writings , and dialect , in a club of literary friends , where wit is faid to have fometimes Sparkled at the expence of good ...
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... live pléafantly without our help , why then should not we learn to live without theirs . Nó , my children , lét ús from this moment give up all pretentions to gentility we have ftill enough left fór happiness if we áre wife ; ánd lét ús ...
... live pléafantly without our help , why then should not we learn to live without theirs . Nó , my children , lét ús from this moment give up all pretentions to gentility we have ftill enough left fór happiness if we áre wife ; ánd lét ús ...
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... live and love fò true ; The figh thát rends thỳ cón [ tant heárt , „ Sháll break thỳ ' Edwin's too . " While this bállad was reading , Sophia leemed to mix án àir óf téndernels with hér approbation . Bút our tranquillity was foon ...
... live and love fò true ; The figh thát rends thỳ cón [ tant heárt , „ Sháll break thỳ ' Edwin's too . " While this bállad was reading , Sophia leemed to mix án àir óf téndernels with hér approbation . Bút our tranquillity was foon ...
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... live they will be our fupport and our pléafure hère , ánd when we die they will tranfmít our honour untainted to poftérity . Cónie , my fón , wè wait fór à fóng : lét ús háve à chorus . Bút where is my darling Olivia ? Thát little chér ...
... live they will be our fupport and our pléafure hère , ánd when we die they will tranfmít our honour untainted to poftérity . Cónie , my fón , wè wait fór à fóng : lét ús háve à chorus . Bút where is my darling Olivia ? Thát little chér ...
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... live with hér vile fedùcer : fhè mày bring us to hame , bút fhè fhall never more deceive ús . " دوو ' „ Wife , " fáid ' I , „ dỏ nót tálk thús hárdly : my deteftation of hér guilt ís ás great as yours ; but ever fháll this houfe and ...
... live with hér vile fedùcer : fhè mày bring us to hame , bút fhè fhall never more deceive ús . " دوو ' „ Wife , " fáid ' I , „ dỏ nót tálk thús hárdly : my deteftation of hér guilt ís ás great as yours ; but ever fháll this houfe and ...
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