The works of Oliver Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield, select poems and comedies, with intr., notes and a life by J.F. Waller, 51권1871 |
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... fears of Dr. Johnson , this tale stole silently upon the world without the eulogy of critics or the apprecia- tion of wits , till it struck its roots deep into the soil of the English heart , and became perennial . Faults it has , but ...
... fears of Dr. Johnson , this tale stole silently upon the world without the eulogy of critics or the apprecia- tion of wits , till it struck its roots deep into the soil of the English heart , and became perennial . Faults it has , but ...
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... fear , nor fatigues to undergo ; all our adventures were by the fireside , and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown . As we lived near the road , we often had. 3 —The description of the Family of Wakefield, in which a ...
... fear , nor fatigues to undergo ; all our adventures were by the fireside , and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown . As we lived near the road , we often had. 3 —The description of the Family of Wakefield, in which a ...
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... fears to offend . The one entertained me with her vivacity when I was gay , the other with her sense when I was serious . But these qualities were never carried to excess in either , and I have often seen them exchange characters for a ...
... fears to offend . The one entertained me with her vivacity when I was gay , the other with her sense when I was serious . But these qualities were never carried to excess in either , and I have often seen them exchange characters for a ...
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... fear . Our breach of hospi- tality went to my conscience a little ; but I quickly silenced that moni- tor by two or three specious reasons , which served to satisfy and reconcile me to myself . The pain which conscience gives 60 ...
... fear . Our breach of hospi- tality went to my conscience a little ; but I quickly silenced that moni- tor by two or three specious reasons , which served to satisfy and reconcile me to myself . The pain which conscience gives 60 ...
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... fear I have been too familiar ; but you'll forgive my curiosity , sir : I beg pardon . " " Sir , " cried I , grasp- ing his hand , " you are so far from displeasing me by your familiarity , that I must beg you'll accept my friendship ...
... fear I have been too familiar ; but you'll forgive my curiosity , sir : I beg pardon . " " Sir , " cried I , grasp- ing his hand , " you are so far from displeasing me by your familiarity , that I must beg you'll accept my friendship ...
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acquaintance assure Bailiff Ballymahon Burchell called charms child cried Croaker daughter dear Ecod Enter Exit Farvis father favour Flamborough followed fortune friendship Garnet gentleman girl give Goldsmith happy Hast hear heart Heaven honour hope horse humour James Prior Jarvis Jenkinson John Newbery Johnson knew laugh leave Leont Leontine letter Livy Lofty look madam manner Marl Marlow married mind Miss Hard MISS HARDCASTLE Miss Nev MISS NEVILLE Miss Rich Miss Richland Miss Wilmot morning Moses neighbour never night Oliver Goldsmith Olivia once pardon passion pleasure poem poet poor prison replied returned scarce Scene seemed servants Sir Charles sister soon Sophia squire Stoops to Conquer sure talk tell there's things Thornhill thou thought Tony town VICAR Vicar of Wakefield virtue wife wretched Zounds
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197 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...