The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life and WritingsJ. Crissy and J. Grigg, 1830 - Всего страниц: 527 |
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... believe it , and the necessary confinement pain - gle day ; he was not less surprised than chagrined , fully irksome , he suddenly gave up his charge , pro- therefore , on his return next morning , to find the cured a good horse , and ...
... believe it , and the necessary confinement pain - gle day ; he was not less surprised than chagrined , fully irksome , he suddenly gave up his charge , pro- therefore , on his return next morning , to find the cured a good horse , and ...
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... believe me , caped my memory , neither do I recollect , with ex- my design is purely to visit , and neither to cut a actness , how much he had written , though I am figure nor levy contributions , neither to excite en- inclined to believe ...
... believe me , caped my memory , neither do I recollect , with ex- my design is purely to visit , and neither to cut a actness , how much he had written , though I am figure nor levy contributions , neither to excite en- inclined to believe ...
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... believe there is one single writer , who has abilities greatest anxiety for its success . In the following to translate a French novel , that does not keep bet- letter he explains his situation and prospects , and ter company , wear ...
... believe there is one single writer , who has abilities greatest anxiety for its success . In the following to translate a French novel , that does not keep bet- letter he explains his situation and prospects , and ter company , wear ...
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... believe me , my head has no share in all I write ; my heart dictates the whole . Pray give my love to Bob Bryanton , and entreat him , from me , not to drink . My dear sir , give me some account about poor Jenny . Yet her husband loves ...
... believe me , my head has no share in all I write ; my heart dictates the whole . Pray give my love to Bob Bryanton , and entreat him , from me , not to drink . My dear sir , give me some account about poor Jenny . Yet her husband loves ...
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... believe the second sight , ' which seemed to excite some ridicule . I was then so impressed with the truth of many of the stories of which I had been told , that I avowed my conviction , saying ' He is only willing to believe ; I do believe ...
... believe the second sight , ' which seemed to excite some ridicule . I was then so impressed with the truth of many of the stories of which I had been told , that I avowed my conviction , saying ' He is only willing to believe ; I do believe ...
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Стр. 153 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Стр. 153 - Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Стр. 101 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? 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.
Стр. 147 - The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye ; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied, The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Стр. 148 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Стр. 156 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wished for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for her father's arms.
Стр. 154 - ... country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed...
Стр. 148 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Стр. 153 - 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 : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Стр. 156 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all ; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...