The works of Oliver Goldsmith, ed. by P. Cunningham, 1±Ç1854 |
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... hope still truer to his fame . 99 Of Goldsmith's four biographies , the best by far is his " Life of Beau Nash . " It is written in an appropriately jaunty style , the author at every turn illustrating his subject in the happiest manner ...
... hope still truer to his fame . 99 Of Goldsmith's four biographies , the best by far is his " Life of Beau Nash . " It is written in an appropriately jaunty style , the author at every turn illustrating his subject in the happiest manner ...
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... hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . 1 " Lakes , forests , cities , plains extended wide . " First , second , and third editions . 2 3 4 " Amidst the store , ' twere thankless to repine . " " " Twere affectation all ...
... hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . 1 " Lakes , forests , cities , plains extended wide . " First , second , and third editions . 2 3 4 " Amidst the store , ' twere thankless to repine . " " " Twere affectation all ...
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... hope the wretch relies ; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise . ' Hope , like the gleaming taper's light , Adorns and cheers our way ; And still , as darker grows the night , Emits a brighter ray . " 1 " The wretch ...
... hope the wretch relies ; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise . ' Hope , like the gleaming taper's light , Adorns and cheers our way ; And still , as darker grows the night , Emits a brighter ray . " 1 " The wretch ...
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... hope to be sav'd ! -without thinking on asses . Edinburgh , 1753.1 " " PROLOGUE . WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE POET LABERIUS , A ROMAN KNIGHT , WHOM C¨¡SAR FORCED UPON THE STAGE . PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS.2 WHAT ! no way left to shun th ...
... hope to be sav'd ! -without thinking on asses . Edinburgh , 1753.1 " " PROLOGUE . WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE POET LABERIUS , A ROMAN KNIGHT , WHOM C¨¡SAR FORCED UPON THE STAGE . PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS.2 WHAT ! no way left to shun th ...
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... hope to be saved , I put off being shaved ; For I could not make bold , While the matter was cold , To meddle in suds , Or to put on my duds ; " There are but two decent prologues in our tongue - Pope's to ' Cato'- Johnson's to Drury ...
... hope to be saved , I put off being shaved ; For I could not make bold , While the matter was cold , To meddle in suds , Or to put on my duds ; " There are but two decent prologues in our tongue - Pope's to ' Cato'- Johnson's to Drury ...
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46 ÆäÀÌÁö - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled...
44 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. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His Heaven commences ere the world be past!
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught even toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms - but all these charms are fled.
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah, no! To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas only that when he was off he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day. 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 pleas'd he could whistle them back.