The Plays of Oliver Goldsmith: Together with The Vicar of Wakefield

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504 ÆäÀÌÁö - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
346 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
506 ÆäÀÌÁö - I was dressed, and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him. 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.
309 ÆäÀÌÁö - I had rather be an under-turnkey in Newgate. I was up early and late : I was brow-beat by the master, hated for my ugly face by the mistress, worried by the boys within, and never permitted to stir out to meet civility abroad.
227 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
98 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll wager the rascals a crown They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the Pigeon. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever ; Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons...
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... I had some knowledge of music, with a tolerable voice, and now turned what was 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 them sprightly in proportion to their wants. Whenever I approached a peasant's house towards nightfall, I played one of my most merry tunes, and that procured me not only a lodging but subsistence for the next day.
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - Good, very good, thank you ; ha ! ha ! Your generalship puts me in mind of Prince Eugene, when he fought the Turks at the battle of Belgrade. You shall hear Marl.
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign !" " And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ?" " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nothing could exceed the neatness of my little enclosures, the elms and hedge-rows appearing with inexpressible beauty. My house consisted of but one story, and was covered with thatch, which gave it an air of great snugness ; the walls on the inside were nicely white-washed, and my daughters undertook to adorn them with pictures of their own designing.

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