The Poetical Works, Complete, of Oliver Goldsmith ... with Some Account of His Life and Literature: To which are Prefixed Several Poetical Tributes to His Memory, by Contemportary WritersSherwood, Neely, and Jones, 1816 - 149 страници |
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... gave to persons in distress , —making a point of never sending a poor author away without half a crown ! He had not a few of these latter applications . Hence it was that he generally applied for his salary before it came due ; and one ...
... gave to persons in distress , —making a point of never sending a poor author away without half a crown ! He had not a few of these latter applications . Hence it was that he generally applied for his salary before it came due ; and one ...
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... gave * Dr. Johnson pronounced it the best comedy that had appeared since " The Provok'd Husband . " Many parts of it exhibit the strongest indications of comic talents . There is perhaps no character on the stage more happily imagined ...
... gave * Dr. Johnson pronounced it the best comedy that had appeared since " The Provok'd Husband . " Many parts of it exhibit the strongest indications of comic talents . There is perhaps no character on the stage more happily imagined ...
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... gave him £ . 500 ! He also wrote this year a " Life of Parnell , " which was prefixed to a new edition of his poems . On the 15th of March , 1773 , his comedy ! of " She Stoops to Conquer ; or , The Mistakes of a Night , " was performed ...
... gave him £ . 500 ! He also wrote this year a " Life of Parnell , " which was prefixed to a new edition of his poems . On the 15th of March , 1773 , his comedy ! of " She Stoops to Conquer ; or , The Mistakes of a Night , " was performed ...
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... he had money , he gave it away very liberally . " • To these accounts may be added , the fol- lowing pleasant description of our author , by the sprightly pen of David Garrick : " HERE , Hermes , says Jove , who with xxxvi.
... he had money , he gave it away very liberally . " • To these accounts may be added , the fol- lowing pleasant description of our author , by the sprightly pen of David Garrick : " HERE , Hermes , says Jove , who with xxxvi.
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... gave more free - for none more deeply felt . Sweet bard , adieu ! thy own harmonious lays Have sculptur'd out thy monument of praise : Yes - these survive to time's remotest day ; While drops the bust , and boastful tombs decay : Reader ...
... gave more free - for none more deeply felt . Sweet bard , adieu ! thy own harmonious lays Have sculptur'd out thy monument of praise : Yes - these survive to time's remotest day ; While drops the bust , and boastful tombs decay : Reader ...
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Amidst Auburn ballad bard blessings blest bliss boast bosom bow'rs breast BULKLEY Burke charms cheerful climes cry'd David Garrick dear death e'en Edmund Burke Epilogue ev'ning ev'ry eyes fame farewel fire flies folly fond forlorn genius gentle heart heav'n hermit honest honour hour humble humour Inner Temple Johnson keep a corner land learning ling'ring lord lover luxury lyre maid mankind mind mirth MISS CATLEY ne'er neral never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion pasty plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet POETICAL poor pow'r praise pride R-AUSTIN reign rise round scene shade sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread Stoops to Conquer stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tear thee thine thou toil tomb train truth turn twas venison Vicar of Wakefield village virtue's virtues wealth weep Whilst Whitefoord wond'rous wretch
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Страница 41 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wand'rings 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.
Страница 24 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Страница 89 - For here forlorn and lost I tread With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem length'ning as I go." " 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.
Страница 96 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Страница 49 - 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.
Страница 42 - 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...
Страница 46 - 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 laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Страница 74 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Страница 45 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And...
Страница 38 - 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 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...