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... death . " Mr. Peter Cunningham * has , for the first time , related the true story of " Retaliation , " in the original words of Garrick : -- A party of friends , at the St. James's Coffee House , were diverting themselves with the ...
... death . " Mr. Peter Cunningham * has , for the first time , related the true story of " Retaliation , " in the original words of Garrick : -- A party of friends , at the St. James's Coffee House , were diverting themselves with the ...
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... The year of Dr. Goldsmith's birth had been universally mistaken , till his family , some time after his death , furnished correct information of the circumstance . " - PERCY , sides " at the Incendiary Letter to " Muster Croaker 1 PREFACE .
... The year of Dr. Goldsmith's birth had been universally mistaken , till his family , some time after his death , furnished correct information of the circumstance . " - PERCY , sides " at the Incendiary Letter to " Muster Croaker 1 PREFACE .
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... BY LIGHTNING 125 STANZAS ON WOMAN 126 TRANSLATION FROM SCARRON 126 STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC 127 PAGE EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON 128 TRANSLATION OF A SOUTH. AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG . ENGRAVED BY EDMUND EVANS ,. XVill.
... BY LIGHTNING 125 STANZAS ON WOMAN 126 TRANSLATION FROM SCARRON 126 STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC 127 PAGE EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON 128 TRANSLATION OF A SOUTH. AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG . ENGRAVED BY EDMUND EVANS ,. XVill.
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... TO " SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER " 155 EPILOGUE TO " THE GOOD - NATURED MAN " 157 ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON . 159 EPILOGUE WRITTEN FOR MR . CHARLES LEE LEWES 160 ILLUSTRATIONS FROM DRAWINGS BY BIRKET FOSTER . MILL AT LISSOY XX CONTENTS .
... TO " SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER " 155 EPILOGUE TO " THE GOOD - NATURED MAN " 157 ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON . 159 EPILOGUE WRITTEN FOR MR . CHARLES LEE LEWES 160 ILLUSTRATIONS FROM DRAWINGS BY BIRKET FOSTER . MILL AT LISSOY XX CONTENTS .
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... DEATH OF A MAD DOG 69 69 74 80 83 90 101 109 THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS 116 ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING : 125 SONG " THE THREE PIGEONS " 132 BIRDS . 142 EPILOGUE WRITTEN FOR MR . CHARLES LEE LEWES 162 The Ornamental ...
... DEATH OF A MAD DOG 69 69 74 80 83 90 101 109 THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS 116 ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING : 125 SONG " THE THREE PIGEONS " 132 BIRDS . 142 EPILOGUE WRITTEN FOR MR . CHARLES LEE LEWES 162 The Ornamental ...
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Amidst Babylon ballad bard beauty bestow bittern bless bless'd blest bliss bold breast BULKLEY Bunbury captive CHALDEAN CHARLES LEE LEWES charms cheer CHORUS climes Covent Garden cried crown'd dear Duke of Cumberland EDMUND EVANS Elphin Epilogue eyes fame flies fond groves guest HAUNCH OF VENISON heart Heaven hermit honour ISRAELITISH keep a corner land Lord luxury maid mankind mansion mind mirth MISS CATLEY never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pass'd passion Pasty pity plac'd plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poor praise pride rage rapture Recitative reign Richard Burke rise round scene SECOND PRIEST SECOND PROPHET shore sigh sinks skies skill'd smiling song sorrow soul spread spurn STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet Sweet AUBURN tear thee thine thou toil turn Twas venison village virtue wealth weep Whitefoord WOMAN wretch yonder youth
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Page 34 - 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 ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Page 59 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Page 55 - 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!
Page 47 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art...
Page 37 - 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.
Page 126 - 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.
Page 43 - The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Page 44 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Page 38 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Page 95 - As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings — a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.