The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life and WritingsJ. Crissy and J. Grigg, 1830 - 527ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... hope of his re- ed through the gloom , and translations from the turn had been given up , and when they concluded classics made by him at this period were long re- he must have left the country altogether , the fami- membered by his ...
... hope of his re- ed through the gloom , and translations from the turn had been given up , and when they concluded classics made by him at this period were long re- he must have left the country altogether , the fami- membered by his ...
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... hope of similar success ; and accord- merit , who have lived on more precarious terms ? ingly we find him bending his whole soul to the Scarron used jestingly to call himself the Marquis accomplishment of this new undertaking . The of ...
... hope of similar success ; and accord- merit , who have lived on more precarious terms ? ingly we find him bending his whole soul to the Scarron used jestingly to call himself the Marquis accomplishment of this new undertaking . The of ...
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... hope to in- dulge these transports . I find I want constitution , and a strong steady disposition , which alone makes men great . I will , however , correct my faults , since I am conscious of them . " Every work published here , the ...
... hope to in- dulge these transports . I find I want constitution , and a strong steady disposition , which alone makes men great . I will , however , correct my faults , since I am conscious of them . " Every work published here , the ...
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... hope you will be pleased to insert in future editions of your Even the mighty Dr. Hill , who was not a very deli- late book . cate feeder , could not make a dinner out of the " The Duke of Schomberg was certainly killed in passing press ...
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... hope , the poet wanders among the faint traces of in any unprejudiced mind , when the following are past scenes , contrasting their former life and gaiety added ; viz . that the character of the village preach- with their present ...
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153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
101 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.
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye ; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied, The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that died.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wished for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for her father's arms.
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed...
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...