The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: With an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author : in Two Volumes, 2±ÇH. Goldney, 1791 |
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... the world ; that is his fault . JARVIS . I am fure there is no part of it more dear to him than you are , though he has not feen you fince he was a child . B 2 Sir Sir WILLIAM . What fignifies his affection to me ; THE ...
... the world ; that is his fault . JARVIS . I am fure there is no part of it more dear to him than you are , though he has not feen you fince he was a child . B 2 Sir Sir WILLIAM . What fignifies his affection to me ; THE ...
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... , this is fuch a fatisfaction- Enter CROAKER . CROAKER . A pleasant morning to Mr. Honeywood , and many of them . How is this ! you look moft fhock- ingly to day , my dear friend . I hope ingly 12 THE GOOD - NATUR'D MAN . JARVIS. ...
... , this is fuch a fatisfaction- Enter CROAKER . CROAKER . A pleasant morning to Mr. Honeywood , and many of them . How is this ! you look moft fhock- ingly to day , my dear friend . I hope ingly 12 THE GOOD - NATUR'D MAN . JARVIS. ...
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... dear friend . I hope this weather does not affect your fpirits . To be fure , if this weather continues - I fay nothing - But God fend we be all better this day three months . HONEYWOOD . I heartily concur in the wish , though I own not ...
... dear friend . I hope this weather does not affect your fpirits . To be fure , if this weather continues - I fay nothing - But God fend we be all better this day three months . HONEYWOOD . I heartily concur in the wish , though I own not ...
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... dear friend , I don't find this match between Mifs Richland and my fon much relished , either by one fide or t'other . HONEYWOOD . I thought otherwise . CROAKER . Ah , Mr. Honeywood , a little of your fine ferious advice to the young ...
... dear friend , I don't find this match between Mifs Richland and my fon much relished , either by one fide or t'other . HONEYWOOD . I thought otherwise . CROAKER . Ah , Mr. Honeywood , a little of your fine ferious advice to the young ...
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... dear friend , these were the very words of poor Dick Doleful to me not a week before he made away with himself . Indeed , Mr. Honeywood , I never see you but you put me in mind of poor- Dick . Ah there was merit neglected for you ! and ...
... dear friend , these were the very words of poor Dick Doleful to me not a week before he made away with himself . Indeed , Mr. Honeywood , I never see you but you put me in mind of poor- Dick . Ah there was merit neglected for you ! and ...
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153 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... till you came to four roads. Mar. Come to where four roads meet ! Tony. Ay ; but you must be sure to take only one of them. Mar. O, sir, you're facetious. Tony. Then keeping to the right, you are to go sideways till you come upon Crackskull Common: there you must look sharp for the track of the wheel, and go forward, till you come to Farmer Murrain's barn. Coming to the farmer's barn, you are to turn to the right, and then to the left, and then to the right about again, till you find out the...
137 ÆäÀÌÁö - And am I to blame? The poor boy. was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him ? HARD.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm called their agreeable Rattle. Rattle, child, is not my real name, but one I'm known by. My name is Solomons; Mr. Solomons, my dear, at your service. (Offering to salute her.) Miss HARD.
254 ÆäÀÌÁö - I was saying that forty miles in four hours was very good going. Hem. As to be sure it was. Hem. I have got a sort of cold by being out in the air. We'll go in if you please.
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll defeat all your plots in a moment. As for you, Madam, since you have got a pair of fresh horses ready, it would be cruel to disappoint them. So, if you please, instead of running away with your spark, prepare, this very moment, to run off with me. Your old aunt Pedigree will keep you secure, I'll warrant me.
247 ÆäÀÌÁö - As most professed admirers do : said some civil things of my face ; talked much of his want of merit, and the greatness of mine ; mentioned his heart ; gave a short tragedy speech ; and ended with pretended rapture.
131 ÆäÀÌÁö - By inscribing this slight performance to you, I do not mean so much to compliment you as myself. It may do me some honour to inform the public, that I have lived many years in intimacy with you. It may serve the interests of mankind also to inform them, that the greatest wit may be found in a character, without impairing the most unaffected piety.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - And I love it. I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine; and, I believe, Dorothy (taking her hand), you'll own I have been pretty fond of an old wife.
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hope, sir, you have ever found that I considered your commands as my pride; for your kindness is such, that my duty as yet has been inclination.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm alive! I never saw Tony so sprightly before. Ah! have I caught you, my pretty doves? What, billing, exchanging stolen glances, and broken murmurs! Ah! Tony. As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure. But there's no love lost between us. Mrs. Hard. A mere sprinkling, Tony, upon the flame, only to make it burn brighter.