Dalziels' Illustrated Goldsmith: Comprising ...Ward and Lock, 1865 - 378ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Richland and her fine fortune gone already , and upon the point of being given to your rival . HONEYW . I'm no man's rival . JARVIS . Your uncle in Italy pre- paring to distinherit you ; your own fortune almost spent ; and nothing but ...
... Richland and her fine fortune gone already , and upon the point of being given to your rival . HONEYW . I'm no man's rival . JARVIS . Your uncle in Italy pre- paring to distinherit you ; your own fortune almost spent ; and nothing but ...
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... Richland , the young lady he's guardian to . HONEYW . Perhaps so . Mr. Croaker , knowing my friendship for the young lady , has got it into his head that I can persuade her to what I please . JARVIS . Ah ! if you loved yourself but half ...
... Richland , the young lady he's guardian to . HONEYW . Perhaps so . Mr. Croaker , knowing my friendship for the young lady , has got it into his head that I can persuade her to what I please . JARVIS . Ah ! if you loved yourself but half ...
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... Richland . CROAKER . The best of them will never be canonised for a saint when she's dead . By the by , my dear friend , I don't find this match between Miss Richland and my son much re- lished , either by one side or t ' other . HONEYW ...
... Richland . CROAKER . The best of them will never be canonised for a saint when she's dead . By the by , my dear friend , I don't find this match between Miss Richland and my son much re- lished , either by one side or t ' other . HONEYW ...
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... Richland ; shall I show them up ? But they're show- ing up themselves . [ Exit . Enter MRS . CROAKER and MISS RICHLAND . MISS RICH . You're always in such spirits . MRS . CROAKER . We have just come , my dear Honeywood , from the ...
... Richland ; shall I show them up ? But they're show- ing up themselves . [ Exit . Enter MRS . CROAKER and MISS RICHLAND . MISS RICH . You're always in such spirits . MRS . CROAKER . We have just come , my dear Honeywood , from the ...
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... Richland , for whom you know the old gentleman intends you , create a suspicion ? LEONT . There , there's my master- stroke . I have resolved not to refuse her ; nay , an hour hence I have con- sented to go with my father , to make her ...
... Richland , for whom you know the old gentleman intends you , create a suspicion ? LEONT . There , there's my master- stroke . I have resolved not to refuse her ; nay , an hour hence I have con- sented to go with my father , to make her ...
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194 ÆäÀÌÁö - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
194 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - For e'en though vanquish'd, 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.
194 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
222 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous train : 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.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
191 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light Labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more ; His best companions, innocence and health...