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| Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1837 - 538 ÆäÀÌÁö
...converse only with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. But I 'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss HARD. Not at all, Sir; there is nothing I like so...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. MARL. It's a disease of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who, wanting a... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 472 ÆäÀÌÁö
...with the more grave and sensible part of the sex.—But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. MISS HARDCASTLE. Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so much as...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. MARLOW. It's a disease of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be Sony who, wanting... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 582 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the more grave and sensible part of the sex. But I 'm afraid I grow tiresome. SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER. ever. Indeed, I have often been surprised how a man...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. MAUL. It's a disease of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who, wanting a... | |
| Acting drama - 1839 - 936 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the sex. But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Misi H. Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so much ai grave conversation myself: I could hear it for ever....a man of sentiment could ever admire those light, airypleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Mar. It's — a disease of the mind, madam. In variety... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 550 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the more grave and sensible p«rt of the sex. — But I'm afraid 1 grow tiresome. Miss Hardcastle, blown up! Heavens! what have I and my poor family done, to be all blown up ! 1 «ould hear it for ever. Indeed I have often been rarprisrd how a man of sentiment could ever admire... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1840 - 504 ÆäÀÌÁö
...converse only with the more grave and sensi. ble part of the sex — But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss Hard. Not at all, Sir; there is nothing I like so...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Mar. It's a disease of the mind, Aladam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who, wanting a... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 398 ÆäÀÌÁö
...converse only with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss Hanl. Not at all, sir ; there is nothing I like so much...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marl. It's — a disease — of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who, wanting... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 548 ÆäÀÌÁö
...with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. — But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Mas Hardcaslle. Not at all, sir ; there is nothing I like so much...ever admire those light airy pleasures, where nothing Teaches the heart. Marlow. It's a disease of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1842 - 446 ÆäÀÌÁö
...converse only with the more grave and sensible part of the sex — But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss Hard. Not at all, Sir; there is nothing I like so...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marl. It's a disease of the mind, Madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some, who, wanting... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1845 - 550 ÆäÀÌÁö
...with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. — But I'm afraid l grow tiresome. Mias Hardcastle. Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so much as...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marlow. It's a disease of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who, wanting... | |
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