The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLittle, Brown, 1853 - 176 páginas |
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... told me she was the first who put a book into Goldsmith's hand ; by which she meant that she taught him his letters . She was allied to him , and kept a little school . ' v . Dr. Strean's Letter to the Rev. Ed . Mangin , p . 144. Dr ...
... told me she was the first who put a book into Goldsmith's hand ; by which she meant that she taught him his letters . She was allied to him , and kept a little school . ' v . Dr. Strean's Letter to the Rev. Ed . Mangin , p . 144. Dr ...
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... told his story , or sang his song , with the humour which characterizes his country , and is said to have written poems , of which no specimen is preserved . Before he left Edinburgh , he had acquired the friendship of Mr. L. Maclean ...
... told his story , or sang his song , with the humour which characterizes his country , and is said to have written poems , of which no specimen is preserved . Before he left Edinburgh , he had acquired the friendship of Mr. L. Maclean ...
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... told me that he had submitted his production , so far as he had written , to Mr. Richardson , the author of Clarissa , on which I peremptorily declined offering another criticism . on the performance . The name and subject of the ...
... told me that he had submitted his production , so far as he had written , to Mr. Richardson , the author of Clarissa , on which I peremptorily declined offering another criticism . on the performance . The name and subject of the ...
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... told me that he was present one day when Goldsmith , in a circle of good company , began with , " When I lived among the beggars of Axe Lane , " -every one present was well acquainted with the varied habits of Gold- smith's life , and ...
... told me that he was present one day when Goldsmith , in a circle of good company , began with , " When I lived among the beggars of Axe Lane , " -every one present was well acquainted with the varied habits of Gold- smith's life , and ...
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... told by Boswell ( v . Life , i . 360 ) , by Mrs. Piozzi ( Anecd . p . 119 ) , and by Cumberland ( v . Life , p . 273 ) , all from Johnson's own relation , and all differently , so difficult it is to come at the truth . 28 I do not love ...
... told by Boswell ( v . Life , i . 360 ) , by Mrs. Piozzi ( Anecd . p . 119 ) , and by Cumberland ( v . Life , p . 273 ) , all from Johnson's own relation , and all differently , so difficult it is to come at the truth . 28 I do not love ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æsop appeared BALLYMAHON beauty Bennet Langton blest bliss booksellers Boswell breast brother BULKLEY Burke called character charms comedy Cradock David Garrick DEAR SIR death Deserted Village Doctor Dublin e'en Edmund Burke Elphin Epilogue epitaph eyes fame favour fond fortune Garrick gave genius gentleman give Gold happiness heart History honour humour Ireland Johnson kind labour lady laugh learning letter Lishoy literary live Lord manner merit mind MISS CATLEY nature never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion play pleas'd pleasure poem poet Poet's poor Goldsmith praise pride Prologue PROPHET Sir Joshua Reynolds smiling song Stoops to Conquer stranger supposed sure talents talk Temple thee thing thou thought tion told Traveller truth turn Twas venison Vicar of Wakefield VIRG Westminster Abbey Whitefoord wretch write written wrote
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Página 51 - And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ! Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ! Dear, charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so...
Página 25 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Página 40 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Página 104 - 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 die.
Página 46 - While, scourged by famine from the smiling land The mournful peasant leads his humble band ; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden, and a grave.
Página 65 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Página 45 - The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds...
Página 102 - 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.
Página 33 - Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed: Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene!
Página 47 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash , the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue...