The Works of Washington Irving: Oliver GoldsmithJenson Society, 1907 |
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... present finances at play ; often he lavished them away in fits of unguarded charity or generosity . Sometimes among his boon companions he assumed a ludicrous swagger in money - matters , which no one afterward was more ready than ...
... present finances at play ; often he lavished them away in fits of unguarded charity or generosity . Sometimes among his boon companions he assumed a ludicrous swagger in money - matters , which no one afterward was more ready than ...
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... present which of the two should treat the whole party to the play . The moment the prop- osition had bolted from his lips , his heart was in his throat . " To my great though secret joy , " said he , " they all declined the challenge ...
... present which of the two should treat the whole party to the play . The moment the prop- osition had bolted from his lips , his heart was in his throat . " To my great though secret joy , " said he , " they all declined the challenge ...
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... presents the same dismal landscape . No grove , nor brook , lend their music to cheer the stranger , or make the in- habitants forget their poverty . Yet with all these dis- advantages to call him down to humility , a Scotchman is one ...
... presents the same dismal landscape . No grove , nor brook , lend their music to cheer the stranger , or make the in- habitants forget their poverty . Yet with all these dis- advantages to call him down to humility , a Scotchman is one ...
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... present themselves ; but when you enter their towns , you are charmed beyond description . No misery is to be seen here , every one is usefully employed . " And again , in his noble description in " The Traveller " : " To men of other ...
... present themselves ; but when you enter their towns , you are charmed beyond description . No misery is to be seen here , every one is usefully employed . " And again , in his noble description in " The Traveller " : " To men of other ...
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Washington Irving. THE PROVIDENT FLUTE . 83 once my amusement into a present means of subsistence . I passed among the harmless peasants of Flanders , and among such of the French as were poor enough to be very merry , for I ever found ...
Washington Irving. THE PROVIDENT FLUTE . 83 once my amusement into a present means of subsistence . I passed among the harmless peasants of Flanders , and among such of the French as were poor enough to be very merry , for I ever found ...
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28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled 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...
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
424 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
288 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...
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending, as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground. And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
185 ÆäÀÌÁö - The wretch, condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire ? Where shading elms along the margin grew, And...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay. Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won...
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Gay sprightly land of mirth and social ease, Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please How often have I led thy sportive choir, With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire ; Where shading elms along the margin grew.