The works of Oliver Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield, select poems and comedies, with intr., notes and a life by J.F. Waller, 51±Ç1871 |
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... hast made one poor creature wretched for life , and polluted a family that had nothing but honour for their portion . " " If she , or you , " returned he , " are resolved to be miserable , I cannot help it . But you may still be happy ...
... hast made one poor creature wretched for life , and polluted a family that had nothing but honour for their portion . " " If she , or you , " returned he , " are resolved to be miserable , I cannot help it . But you may still be happy ...
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... hast once wofully , irreparably deceived me . I reposed my heart upon thine honour , and have found its baseness . Never more , therefore , expect friendship from me . Go , and possess what fortune has given thee - beauty , riches ...
... hast once wofully , irreparably deceived me . I reposed my heart upon thine honour , and have found its baseness . Never more , therefore , expect friendship from me . Go , and possess what fortune has given thee - beauty , riches ...
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... hast strength , and it was given thee , my son , for very useful purposes ; for it must save from famine your helpless parents and family . Prepare then this evening to look out for work against to- morrow , and bring home every night ...
... hast strength , and it was given thee , my son , for very useful purposes ; for it must save from famine your helpless parents and family . Prepare then this evening to look out for work against to- morrow , and bring home every night ...
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... hast done very ill , and at another time my reproaches might have been more severe . Oh ! what a tremendous gulf hast thou escaped , that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin ! Providence , indeed , has here been kinder ...
... hast done very ill , and at another time my reproaches might have been more severe . Oh ! what a tremendous gulf hast thou escaped , that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin ! Providence , indeed , has here been kinder ...
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... hast thou been relieved , or who the ruffians were that carried thee away . " " Indeed , sir , ¡± replied she , ¡° as to the villain who carried me off I am yet ignorant . For as my mamma and I were walking out he came behind us , and ...
... hast thou been relieved , or who the ruffians were that carried thee away . " " Indeed , sir , ¡± replied she , ¡° as to the villain who carried me off I am yet ignorant . For as my mamma and I were walking out he came behind us , and ...
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197 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all : And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, 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.
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain. 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.
242 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - Stern o'er each bosom Reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - I WAS ever of opinion that the honest man, who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
202 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
194 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes...