The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With the Portrait of the AuthorB. Tauchnitz, 1842 - 429 páginas |
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... young people that had seen but very little of the world . In short , a family likeness prevailed through all , and , properly speak- ing , they had but one character , that of being all equally generous , credulous , simple , and ...
... young people that had seen but very little of the world . In short , a family likeness prevailed through all , and , properly speak- ing , they had but one character , that of being all equally generous , credulous , simple , and ...
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... young men wanting wives , and alehouses wanting customers . Matrimony was always one of my favourite topics , and I wrote several sermons to prove its happiness : but there was a peculiar tenet which I made a point of supporting ; for I ...
... young men wanting wives , and alehouses wanting customers . Matrimony was always one of my favourite topics , and I wrote several sermons to prove its happiness : but there was a peculiar tenet which I made a point of supporting ; for I ...
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... young couple every day shared in each other's com- pany , seemed to increase their passion . We were generally awaked in the morning by music , and on fine days rode a - hunting . The hours between breakfast and dinner the ladies ...
... young couple every day shared in each other's com- pany , seemed to increase their passion . We were generally awaked in the morning by music , and on fine days rode a - hunting . The hours between breakfast and dinner the ladies ...
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... of dissembling , at least till your son has the young lady's fortune secure . " " Well , " returned I , " if what you tell me be true , and if I am to be a beggar , it shall never make me a rascal , or induce me THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 9.
... of dissembling , at least till your son has the young lady's fortune secure . " " Well , " returned I , " if what you tell me be true , and if I am to be a beggar , it shall never make me a rascal , or induce me THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 9.
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... young , and now am old : yet never saw I the righteous man forsaken , or his seed begging their bread . Let this be your consolation as you travel on . Go , my boy , whatever be thy fortune , let me see thee once a year : still keep a ...
... young , and now am old : yet never saw I the righteous man forsaken , or his seed begging their bread . Let this be your consolation as you travel on . Go , my boy , whatever be thy fortune , let me see thee once a year : still keep a ...
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Página 210 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 210 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven: As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread. Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 209 - All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Página 206 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; 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 titter'd round the place...
Página 236 - As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine ; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings — a dupe to his art.
Página 123 - 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...
Página 209 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 207 - 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.
Página 251 - 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...
Página 76 - 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.