The miscellaneous works of OLiver Goldsmith [ed. by S. Rose].

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141 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.
108 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.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis certain, handsome women here ; and 'tis as certain, they have handsome men to keep them company. An ugly and a poor man is society only for himself ; and such society the world lets me enjoy in great abundance. Fortune has given you circumstances, and Nature a person to look charming in the eyes of the fair. Nor do I envy, my dear Bob, such blessings, while I may sit down and laugh at the world, and at myself — the most ridiculous object in it.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is impossible to conceive how much may be done by a proper education at home. A boy, for instance, who understands perfectly well Latin, French, Arithmetic and the principles of the civil law, and can write a fine hand, has an education that may qualify him for any undertaking.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - I should, however, be glad to know for what particular profession he is designed. If he be assiduous and divested of strong passions (for passions in youth always lead to pleasure) he may do very well in your college; for it must be owned that the industrious poor have good encouragement there, perhaps better than in any other in Europe. But if he has ambition, strong passions, and an exquisite sensibility of contempt, do not send him there, unless you have no other trade for him but your own.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - This person was no other than the philanthropic bookseller in St. Paul's Churchyard, who has written so many little books for children. He called himself their friend ; but he was the friend of all mankind.
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - I WAS ever of opinion, that the honest man who married and brought up a large family did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
iii ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Life of Dr. PARNELL is a task which I should very willingly decline, since it has been lately written by Goldsmith, a man of such variety of powers, and such felicity of performance, that he always seemed to do best that which he was doing ; a man who had the art of being minute without tediousness, and general without confusion ; whose language was copious without exuberance, exact without constraint, and easy without weakness.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe ; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest : « And whence, unhappy youth, » he cried,

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