The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver GoldsmithMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1869 - 695 страници |
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... dear mother , " he ended , seeing the old lady's face gloom , “ after having struggled so hard to come home to you , I wonder you are not more rejoiced to see me . " Little wonder that , from this moment , there was a coolness on Mrs ...
... dear mother , " he ended , seeing the old lady's face gloom , “ after having struggled so hard to come home to you , I wonder you are not more rejoiced to see me . " Little wonder that , from this moment , there was a coolness on Mrs ...
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... dear Lissoy and the green landscape round it , " the most pleasing horizon in Nature . " Ere the dream could be accom- plished , the mother , Uncle Contarine , and brother Henry were all dead , and it was no longer worth while ...
... dear Lissoy and the green landscape round it , " the most pleasing horizon in Nature . " Ere the dream could be accom- plished , the mother , Uncle Contarine , and brother Henry were all dead , and it was no longer worth while ...
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... dear Sir , let me here acknowledge " : — what is acknowledged may be easily guessed- eternal sense of obligation to the good uncle . The 20l . were wanted , as he explains in the same letter , to carry him to the Continent , for the ...
... dear Sir , let me here acknowledge " : — what is acknowledged may be easily guessed- eternal sense of obligation to the good uncle . The 20l . were wanted , as he explains in the same letter , to carry him to the Continent , for the ...
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... dear , you jest , ' cried my vife ; we can walk it perfectly well : we want no coach to carry us now . " - You mistake , child , " returned I , " we o want a coach ; for if we walk to church n this trim , the very children in the parish ...
... dear , you jest , ' cried my vife ; we can walk it perfectly well : we want no coach to carry us now . " - You mistake , child , " returned I , " we o want a coach ; for if we walk to church n this trim , the very children in the parish ...
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... dear ; I believe there are but few that can do that I never dispute your abilities at making a goose - pie , and I beg you'll leave argument to me . ' As I spoke , poor Mr. Burchell entered the house , and was welcomed by the family ...
... dear ; I believe there are but few that can do that I never dispute your abilities at making a goose - pie , and I beg you'll leave argument to me . ' As I spoke , poor Mr. Burchell entered the house , and was welcomed by the family ...
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Страница 582 - Hoards, e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth, His seat, where solitary sports are...
Страница 583 - And, pinch' d with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Страница 580 - Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Страница 582 - These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart. One native charm, than all the gloss of art; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind,' Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined. But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, With all the freaks of wanton wealth arrayed,— In these, ere triflers half their wish obtain, The toiling pleasure sickens into pain ; And, e'en while fashion's...
Страница 577 - 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...
Страница 580 - Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, 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 whispered praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With...
Страница 594 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill, he was still hard of hearing ; When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff.
Страница x - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too...
Страница 328 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep...
Страница 569 - E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; And plac'd on high above the storm's career, Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride. When thus Creation's charms around combine, Amidst the store should thankless pride repine?