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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... appeared . I even went a step beyond Whiston in displaying my principles : as he had engraven upon his wife's tomb that she was the only wife of William Whiston , so I wrote a similar epitaph for my wife , though still living , in which ...
... appeared . I even went a step beyond Whiston in displaying my principles : as he had engraven upon his wife's tomb that she was the only wife of William Whiston , so I wrote a similar epitaph for my wife , though still living , in which ...
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... appeared to endure . Mr. Wilmot , who seemed before sufficiently inclined to break off the match , was by this blow soon determined ; one virtue he had in perfection , which was prudence , too often the only one that is left us at ...
... appeared to endure . Mr. Wilmot , who seemed before sufficiently inclined to break off the match , was by this blow soon determined ; one virtue he had in perfection , which was prudence , too often the only one that is left us at ...
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... appearing with inexpressible beauty . My house consisted of but one story , and was covered with thatch , which gave it an air of great snugness ; the walls on the inside were nicely whitewashed , and my daughters undertook to adorn ...
... appearing with inexpressible beauty . My house consisted of but one story , and was covered with thatch , which gave it an air of great snugness ; the walls on the inside were nicely whitewashed , and my daughters undertook to adorn ...
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... appearance than the rest , came forward , and for a while regarding us , instead of pursuing the chase , stopped short , and , giving his horse to a servant who attended , approached us with a careless superior air . He seemed to want ...
... appearance than the rest , came forward , and for a while regarding us , instead of pursuing the chase , stopped short , and , giving his horse to a servant who attended , approached us with a careless superior air . He seemed to want ...
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... appearance in herself , and , consequently , to set a value upon it in another . Upon his departure , we again entered into a debate upon the merits of our young landlord . As he directed his looks and conversation to Olivia , it was no ...
... appearance in herself , and , consequently , to set a value upon it in another . Upon his departure , we again entered into a debate upon the merits of our young landlord . As he directed his looks and conversation to Olivia , it was no ...
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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...