The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His Life and WritingsJ. Crissy and J. Grigg, 1830 - 527 pages |
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... perhaps feelings of humanity being ever most easily awak - induce them to throw you off altogether . " " But , " ened in Oliver's bosom , he gave her all that re- rejoined Oliver , " how am I to get on without mo- mained in his purse ...
... perhaps feelings of humanity being ever most easily awak - induce them to throw you off altogether . " " But , " ened in Oliver's bosom , he gave her all that re- rejoined Oliver , " how am I to get on without mo- mained in his purse ...
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... perhaps tention , and an escape from shipwreck , and finally exactly what a Frenchman might have been in the arrived safe at Rotterdam , instead of Bordeaux ; all reign of Louis XIV . Such are the better bred . which is thus related by ...
... perhaps tention , and an escape from shipwreck , and finally exactly what a Frenchman might have been in the arrived safe at Rotterdam , instead of Bordeaux ; all reign of Louis XIV . Such are the better bred . which is thus related by ...
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... perhaps , conscious that his powers you had the small - pox ? " - No.- " Then you won't would ultimately enable him to emerge from his do for a school . Can you lie three in a bed ? " - present obscurity , he was unwilling it should ...
... perhaps , conscious that his powers you had the small - pox ? " - No.- " Then you won't would ultimately enable him to emerge from his do for a school . Can you lie three in a bed ? " - present obscurity , he was unwilling it should ...
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... perhaps ? No. - There are good company in Ireland ? No. - The conversation there is generally made up of a smutty toast , or a bawdy song . The vivacity supported by some humble cousin , who has just folly enough to earn his dinner ...
... perhaps ? No. - There are good company in Ireland ? No. - The conversation there is generally made up of a smutty toast , or a bawdy song . The vivacity supported by some humble cousin , who has just folly enough to earn his dinner ...
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... perhaps better than in any other in Europe . But and fifty books , which are all that I fancy can be if he has ambition , strong passions , and an exqui- well sold among you , and I would have you make site sensibility of contempt , do ...
... perhaps better than in any other in Europe . But and fifty books , which are all that I fancy can be if he has ambition , strong passions , and an exqui- well sold among you , and I would have you make site sensibility of contempt , do ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 154 - ... country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...