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... living until he had arrived at man's estate . All that was expected of him , as a youth and as a young man , was that he should equip himself fully for the battle of life . He was maintained at college until he had taken his degree ...
... living until he had arrived at man's estate . All that was expected of him , as a youth and as a young man , was that he should equip himself fully for the battle of life . He was maintained at college until he had taken his degree ...
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... living ; and forthwith removed his family to the village of Lissoy , in the county of Westmeath . Here at once our interest in the story begins : is this Lissoy the sweet Auburn that we have known and loved since our childhood ? Lord ...
... living ; and forthwith removed his family to the village of Lissoy , in the county of Westmeath . Here at once our interest in the story begins : is this Lissoy the sweet Auburn that we have known and loved since our childhood ? Lord ...
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... living . If he was in- tended for anything , it was no doubt his father's wish that he should enter the Church ; and he got such education as the poor Irish clergyman - who was not a very provident person - could afford . The child ...
... living . If he was in- tended for anything , it was no doubt his father's wish that he should enter the Church ; and he got such education as the poor Irish clergyman - who was not a very provident person - could afford . The child ...
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... living writers- Goldsmith suffered from want of self - confidence . was too anxious to please . In his eager acquiescence , he would blunder into any trap that was laid for him . A grain or two of the stolid self - sufficiency of the ...
... living writers- Goldsmith suffered from want of self - confidence . was too anxious to please . In his eager acquiescence , he would blunder into any trap that was laid for him . A grain or two of the stolid self - sufficiency of the ...
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... living ; and the first thing they thought of was that he should go into the Church - perhaps as a sort of purification- house after George Conway's inn . Accordingly Gold- smith , who appears to have been a most good - natured and ...
... living ; and the first thing they thought of was that he should go into the Church - perhaps as a sort of purification- house after George Conway's inn . Accordingly Gold- smith , who appears to have been a most good - natured and ...
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130 ÆäÀÌÁö - And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 keep the flame from wasting by repose...
124 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, While many a pastime circled in the shade...
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - I received one morning," says Johnson, "a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and, as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was...
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped, what waits him there ? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - At a dinner so various, at such a repast, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? Here, waiter ! more wine, let me sit while I'm able, Till all my companions sink under the table; Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.