The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life and Writings |
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Dignity of Human Nature , MEMOIRS OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF Oliver Goldsmith . Letter CVII . The English too fond of believing every report without examination . A story of an incendiary to this purpose , CVIII .
Dignity of Human Nature , MEMOIRS OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF Oliver Goldsmith . Letter CVII . The English too fond of believing every report without examination . A story of an incendiary to this purpose , CVIII .
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If I climb Flamstead - hill , than where character , afterwards eminent in his profession , nature never exhibited a more magnificent pros- who used to give the following account of our aupect , I confess it fine , but then I had rather ...
If I climb Flamstead - hill , than where character , afterwards eminent in his profession , nature never exhibited a more magnificent pros- who used to give the following account of our aupect , I confess it fine , but then I had rather ...
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You scarcely can conceive how much charming than nature , and describe happiness that eight years of disappointment , anguish , and study , man never tastes . How delusive , how destructive have worn me down .
You scarcely can conceive how much charming than nature , and describe happiness that eight years of disappointment , anguish , and study , man never tastes . How delusive , how destructive have worn me down .
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About the same William ; but his military zeal prompted him to time , he drew up a preface or introduction to Dr. volunteer his services at the battle of the Boyne , Brookes's " System of Natural History , " in 6 vols . where he was ...
About the same William ; but his military zeal prompted him to time , he drew up a preface or introduction to Dr. volunteer his services at the battle of the Boyne , Brookes's " System of Natural History , " in 6 vols . where he was ...
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He took what belonged to human nature in rustic life , and adapted it to the allotted scene . In the same way a painter takes his models from real life around him , even when he would paint a foreign or a classic group .
He took what belonged to human nature in rustic life , and adapted it to the allotted scene . In the same way a painter takes his models from real life around him , even when he would paint a foreign or a classic group .
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152 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.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault ; The village all declared how much he knew ; 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too...
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
153 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.
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! 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.
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered...
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn that lifts its head on high...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - I put the cork into the bottle, desired he 'Would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.