The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Comprising His Poems, Comedies, Essays, and Vicar of WakefieldJ.B. Smith, 1856 - 425ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... learning was in fault : The village all declar'd how much he knew ; ' Twas certain he could write and cipher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides presago , And even the story ran that he could gauge ; In arguing too the parson ...
... learning was in fault : The village all declar'd how much he knew ; ' Twas certain he could write and cipher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides presago , And even the story ran that he could gauge ; In arguing too the parson ...
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... learning ; At least , it's your temper as very well known , That you think very slightly of all that's your own : So , perhaps , in your habits of thinking amiss , You may make a mistake , and think slightly of this . RETALIATION : A ...
... learning ; At least , it's your temper as very well known , That you think very slightly of all that's your own : So , perhaps , in your habits of thinking amiss , You may make a mistake , and think slightly of this . RETALIATION : A ...
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... learning , yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who , too deep for his hearers , still went on refining And thought of convincing while they thought of dining ; Though equal to all things , for all ...
... learning , yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who , too deep for his hearers , still went on refining And thought of convincing while they thought of dining ; Though equal to all things , for all ...
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... hint of his ba lad , or that I am obliged to his friendship and learning for communications of a much more important nature . I am , Sir , Yours , & c . OLIVER GOLDSMITH , THE HERMIT . " TURN , gentle hermit of the 31 THE HERMIT: ...
... hint of his ba lad , or that I am obliged to his friendship and learning for communications of a much more important nature . I am , Sir , Yours , & c . OLIVER GOLDSMITH , THE HERMIT . " TURN , gentle hermit of the 31 THE HERMIT: ...
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... learning light ; Such as to modern bards decreed . A just comparison - proceed . In the next place , his feet peruse , Wings grow again from both his shoes ; Design'd , no doubt , their part to bear , And waft his godship through the ...
... learning light ; Such as to modern bards decreed . A just comparison - proceed . In the next place , his feet peruse , Wings grow again from both his shoes ; Design'd , no doubt , their part to bear , And waft his godship through the ...
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386 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.
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
353 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. 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.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruin'd grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes, with all her busy train, . . Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. 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...
19 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, Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth ; His seat, where solitary sports...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
8 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 noon-tide 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 burden of threescore.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas so for me that Edwin did. And so for him will I.