The works of Oliver Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield, select poems and comedies, with intr., notes and a life by J.F. Waller, 3±Ç1864 - 369ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... hard to be equally easy , but without success . They swam , sprawled , languished , and frisked ; but all would not do ; the gazers , indeed , owned that it was fine ; but neighbour Flamborough observed , that Miss Livy's feet seemed as ...
... hard to be equally easy , but without success . They swam , sprawled , languished , and frisked ; but all would not do ; the gazers , indeed , owned that it was fine ; but neighbour Flamborough observed , that Miss Livy's feet seemed as ...
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... hard ; nor do I know how to prevent the course of justice , except by paying the money myself ; which , as I have ... Miss Wilmot ; it is even the request of my charming Arabella herself , whom I hope you will not refuse . " " Mr ...
... hard ; nor do I know how to prevent the course of justice , except by paying the money myself ; which , as I have ... Miss Wilmot ; it is even the request of my charming Arabella herself , whom I hope you will not refuse . " " Mr ...
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... Miss Hoggs , and our neighbour Mrs. Grigsby , go to take a month's polishing every winter . Hard . Ay , and bring back vanity and affectation to last them the whole year . I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home . In my ...
... Miss Hoggs , and our neighbour Mrs. Grigsby , go to take a month's polishing every winter . Hard . Ay , and bring back vanity and affectation to last them the whole year . I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home . In my ...
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Oliver Goldsmith John Francis Waller. Mrs. Hard . No matter , Tony Lumpkin has a good fortune . My son is not to live ... Miss Neville Bless me ! - sure 248 Cassell's Illustrated Goldsmith .
Oliver Goldsmith John Francis Waller. Mrs. Hard . No matter , Tony Lumpkin has a good fortune . My son is not to live ... Miss Neville Bless me ! - sure 248 Cassell's Illustrated Goldsmith .
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... Hard . Enter MISS HARDCASTLE . Blessings on my pretty innocence ! Drest out as usual , my Kate . Goodness ! What a quantity of superfluous silk hast thou got about thee , girl ! I could never teach the fools of this age that the ...
... Hard . Enter MISS HARDCASTLE . Blessings on my pretty innocence ! Drest out as usual , my Kate . Goodness ! What a quantity of superfluous silk hast thou got about thee , girl ! I could never teach the fools of this age that the ...
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201 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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...
202 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.
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 with unvaried cries.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave ! Where, then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits stray'd, He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare-worn common is denied.
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, re-counts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...
199 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.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...