The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, Том 2Richardson, 1821 |
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... rest . Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain , These simple blessings of the lowly train , To me more dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the gloss of art : Spontaneous joys , where nature has its play ...
... rest . Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain , These simple blessings of the lowly train , To me more dear , congenial to my heart , One native charm , than all the gloss of art : Spontaneous joys , where nature has its play ...
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... rest of the family . HONEYWOOD . No , Jarvis ; it's enough that we have lost what he has stolen ; let us not add to it the loss of a fellow - creature ! JARVIS . Very fine ! well , here was the footman just now , to complain of the ...
... rest of the family . HONEYWOOD . No , Jarvis ; it's enough that we have lost what he has stolen ; let us not add to it the loss of a fellow - creature ! JARVIS . Very fine ! well , here was the footman just now , to complain of the ...
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... rest of the family , when she comes to be known . OLIVIA . And that , I fear , will shortly be . LEONTINE . Impossible , till we ourselves think proper to make the discovery . My sister , you know , has been with her aunt , at Lyons ...
... rest of the family , when she comes to be known . OLIVIA . And that , I fear , will shortly be . LEONTINE . Impossible , till we ourselves think proper to make the discovery . My sister , you know , has been with her aunt , at Lyons ...
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... rest . I have only to add , that if at any time my little interest can be of service - but , hang it , I'll make no promises - you know my interest is yours at any time . No apologies , my friend , I'll not be answered ; it shall be so ...
... rest . I have only to add , that if at any time my little interest can be of service - but , hang it , I'll make no promises - you know my interest is yours at any time . No apologies , my friend , I'll not be answered ; it shall be so ...
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... rest . But what do I see ! my guardian here before us ! Who , my dear Sir , could have expected meeting you here ? to what accident do we owe this pleasure ? CROAKER . To a fool , I believe . Miss RICHLAND . But to what purpose did you ...
... rest . But what do I see ! my guardian here before us ! Who , my dear Sir , could have expected meeting you here ? to what accident do we owe this pleasure ? CROAKER . To a fool , I believe . Miss RICHLAND . But to what purpose did you ...
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BAILIFF bar-maid battle of Belgrade believe blest BULKLEY Charles Marlow charms COVENT GARDEN CROAKER David Garrick dear DIGGORY DR GOLDSMITH e'en Ecod Enter Miss Epilogue Exeunt Exit eyes father favour fear fool fortune friendship GARNET gentleman give good-natur'd hand happiness HASTINGS hear heart Heaven honour hope humour impudence JARVIS keep labour lady laugh learning leave LEONTINE letter LOFTY look Lord MAC FLECKNOE Madam maid manner MARLOW married mean merit mind Miss CATLEY Miss HARDCASTLE Miss NEVILLE Miss RICHLAND modest natural history never night OLIVER GOLDSMITH OLIVIA on't pardon passion perhaps pleasure poem poet poor Pray pretty pride pruin quadrupeds scarce SERVANT shew Sir CHARLES Sir William Honeywood smile STOOPS TO CONQUER suppose sure talk tell there's thing thou thought tion TONY write young Zounds
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