The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Poetical works. Dramas. The vicar of WakefieldJohn Murray, 1854 |
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... wife , while The Critical Review was edited by an eminent author - by Smollett . Griffiths and his wife were in the habit of altering the contributions of their humble dependant ; and though Smollett probably exercised the same power ...
... wife , while The Critical Review was edited by an eminent author - by Smollett . Griffiths and his wife were in the habit of altering the contributions of their humble dependant ; and though Smollett probably exercised the same power ...
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... wife , little Kitty , is famous for crust . Here , porter ! -this Venison with me to Mile - end ; No stirring - I beg , my dear friend - my dear friend ! " ? Thus snatching his hat , he brush'd off like the wind , And the porter and ...
... wife , little Kitty , is famous for crust . Here , porter ! -this Venison with me to Mile - end ; No stirring - I beg , my dear friend - my dear friend ! " ? Thus snatching his hat , he brush'd off like the wind , And the porter and ...
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... wife ' Little Kitty , ' and the Scot , and the Jew , with his chocolate cheek , ' are infinitely more droll and more natural than Boileau's deux campagnards . The details of the dinner , too , overdone and tedious in Boileau , are ...
... wife ' Little Kitty , ' and the Scot , and the Jew , with his chocolate cheek , ' are infinitely more droll and more natural than Boileau's deux campagnards . The details of the dinner , too , overdone and tedious in Boileau , are ...
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... Wives , " died 1777 . 2 William Woodfall , printer of the " Morning Chronicle , " died 1803 . " Clemen- 3 " The sum of all that can be said for and against Garrick , some people think , may be found in these lines of Goldsmith ...
... Wives , " died 1777 . 2 William Woodfall , printer of the " Morning Chronicle , " died 1803 . " Clemen- 3 " The sum of all that can be said for and against Garrick , some people think , may be found in these lines of Goldsmith ...
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... ever neatly clean : No more presuming on her sway , She learns good - nature every day : Serenely gay , and strict in duty , Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty . A NEW SIMILE . IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT.1 LONG 102 MISCELLANIES .
... ever neatly clean : No more presuming on her sway , She learns good - nature every day : Serenely gay , and strict in duty , Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty . A NEW SIMILE . IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT.1 LONG 102 MISCELLANIES .
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48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear ; The host himself no longer shall be found Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ; Nor the coy maid, half willing to be prest. Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest.
415 ÆäÀÌÁö - She complied in a manner so exquisitely pathetic as moved me. When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last.
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hoards even beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill; Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
41 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.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride ? If to some common's fenceless limits...
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?
105 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.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place...