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... nights ' performance of The Good - Natured Man ; he immediately purchases chambers in Brick Court for £ 400 ; and forthwith begins to borrow as before . It is true that he died owing £ 2000 , and was indebted to the forbearance of ...
... nights ' performance of The Good - Natured Man ; he immediately purchases chambers in Brick Court for £ 400 ; and forthwith begins to borrow as before . It is true that he died owing £ 2000 , and was indebted to the forbearance of ...
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... Mr. Hodson , " I sit and sigh for Lissoy's fire - side , and Johnny Armstrong's Last Good Night from Peggy Golden . " There was but little in the circumstances of Gold- smith's early life likely to fit him for , or 8 [ CHAP . GOLDSMITH .
... Mr. Hodson , " I sit and sigh for Lissoy's fire - side , and Johnny Armstrong's Last Good Night from Peggy Golden . " There was but little in the circumstances of Gold- smith's early life likely to fit him for , or 8 [ CHAP . GOLDSMITH .
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... night's lodging . Boswell says he " disputed " his way through Europe . It is much more probable that he begged his way through Europe . The romantic version , which has been made the subject of many a charming picture , is that he was ...
... night's lodging . Boswell says he " disputed " his way through Europe . It is much more probable that he begged his way through Europe . The romantic version , which has been made the subject of many a charming picture , is that he was ...
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... Night Piece occurs . No doubt that strange little fragment of description was the result of some sudden and aimless fancy , striking the occupant of the lonely garret in the middle of the night . The present tense , which he seldom used ...
... Night Piece occurs . No doubt that strange little fragment of description was the result of some sudden and aimless fancy , striking the occupant of the lonely garret in the middle of the night . The present tense , which he seldom used ...
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... Night , is repeated . " That of these simple elements , " writes Professor Masson , in his Memoir of Goldsmith , prefixed to an edition of his works , " he made so many charming combinations , really differing from each other , and all ...
... Night , is repeated . " That of these simple elements , " writes Professor Masson , in his Memoir of Goldsmith , prefixed to an edition of his works , " he made so many charming combinations , really differing from each other , and all ...
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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.