The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.W. Otridge, 1812 |
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... face Arose from powder , shreds , or lace ; But still the worst remain'd behind , That very face had robb'd her mind , Skill'd in no other arts was she , But dressing , patching , repartee ; And , And , just as humour rose or fell , By ...
... face Arose from powder , shreds , or lace ; But still the worst remain'd behind , That very face had robb'd her mind , Skill'd in no other arts was she , But dressing , patching , repartee ; And , And , just as humour rose or fell , By ...
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... or points her nose : Whenever rage or envy rise , How wide her mouth , how wild her He knows not how , but so it is , Her face is grown a knowing phyz ; eyes ; And , And , though her fops are wond'rous civil , He THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION .
... or points her nose : Whenever rage or envy rise , How wide her mouth , how wild her He knows not how , but so it is , Her face is grown a knowing phyz ; eyes ; And , And , though her fops are wond'rous civil , He THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION .
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... face . The glass , grown hateful to her sight , Reflected now a perfect fright : Each former art she vainly tries To bring back lustre to her eyes . In vain she tries her paste and creams , To smooth her skin , or hide its seams ; Her ...
... face . The glass , grown hateful to her sight , Reflected now a perfect fright : Each former art she vainly tries To bring back lustre to her eyes . In vain she tries her paste and creams , To smooth her skin , or hide its seams ; Her ...
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... brave prince William shew'd his lamp - black face . The morn was cold , he views with keen desire The rusty grate unconscious of a fire : With beer and milk arrears , the frieze was scor'd With Description of an Author's Bedchamber ·
... brave prince William shew'd his lamp - black face . The morn was cold , he views with keen desire The rusty grate unconscious of a fire : With beer and milk arrears , the frieze was scor'd With Description of an Author's Bedchamber ·
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... face , While secret laughter titt'red round the place ; The bashful virgin's side - long looks of love , The matron's glance that would those looks reprove . These were thy charms , sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet ...
... face , While secret laughter titt'red round the place ; The bashful virgin's side - long looks of love , The matron's glance that would those looks reprove . These were thy charms , sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet ...
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Página 28 - 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 105 - 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, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Página 60 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.
Página 61 - 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 108 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
Página 74 - 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; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Página 62 - Here to return, and die at home at last. 0 blest retirement, friend to life's decline ! Retreats from care that never must be mine — How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease...
Página 67 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumphed, is forgot.
Página 111 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Página 36 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.