The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: With an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author : in Two VolumesH. Goldney, 1791 |
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... an apothecary , to whom he complained . of a violent pain extending all over the fore part of his head , his tongue was moist , he had no cold shivering , and his pulfe pulfe beat about ninety ftrokes in a mi- nute .
... an apothecary , to whom he complained . of a violent pain extending all over the fore part of his head , his tongue was moist , he had no cold shivering , and his pulfe pulfe beat about ninety ftrokes in a mi- nute .
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... head , and fet fire to the tail : For the joy of each fex , on the world I'll beftow it , This fcholar , rake , Chriftian , dupe , gamefler , and poet : Though a mixture fo odd , he shall merit great fame , And among brother mortals ...
... head , and fet fire to the tail : For the joy of each fex , on the world I'll beftow it , This fcholar , rake , Chriftian , dupe , gamefler , and poet : Though a mixture fo odd , he shall merit great fame , And among brother mortals ...
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... head shall shake , While all adown the furrows of her face Slow fhall the lingering tears each other trace . away ; • And , Oh my child ! feverer woes remain , To all the houseless , and unfhelter'd train : Thy fate fhail fadden many an ...
... head shall shake , While all adown the furrows of her face Slow fhall the lingering tears each other trace . away ; • And , Oh my child ! feverer woes remain , To all the houseless , and unfhelter'd train : Thy fate fhail fadden many an ...
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... head : Pain'd Memory alone behind remains , And penfive ftalks the folitary plains , Rich in her forrows , honours without art , She pays in tears , redundant from the heart . And fay , what boots it o'er thy hallow'd duft To heap the ...
... head : Pain'd Memory alone behind remains , And penfive ftalks the folitary plains , Rich in her forrows , honours without art , She pays in tears , redundant from the heart . And fay , what boots it o'er thy hallow'd duft To heap the ...
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... head . Could fo much beauty condefcend To be a dull domeftic friend ? Could any curtain lectures bring To decency fo fine a thing ? In fhort , by night , ' twas fits or fretting ; By day , ' twas gadding or coquetting . Fond to be feen ...
... head . Could fo much beauty condefcend To be a dull domeftic friend ? Could any curtain lectures bring To decency fo fine a thing ? In fhort , by night , ' twas fits or fretting ; By day , ' twas gadding or coquetting . Fond to be feen ...
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abuſe bard befide bleffings bleft blifs boaft bofom breaſt bufy Burke charms COVENT GARDEN David Garrick dear Deferted defire Doctor drefs eaſe Edmund Burke fame fatire fcene feek feems feen feveral fhades fhall fhould figh fimple fince fincere finks firft firſt fkies flies fmall fmiling folitary fome fons foon forrow foul fpreads ftill ftranger ftrike fuch fupplies fure fweet Garrick happineſs Hawes heart himſelf honeft honour humble laft laſt lord luxury mafter manfion mind mirth moſt muſt o'er occafion OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain paſt pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poem poet praiſe prefs pride publiſhed raiſe reft rife riſe round ſcene ſhall ſhame ſhare ſhe ſhed Sir Joshua Reynolds ſkies ſkill ſky ſports ſtate ſteps Stoops to Conquer ſwain thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toil turn Twas uſed village wealth Whilft Whitefoord whofe Whoſe wiſh write
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Страница 42 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed ; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loathe his vegetable meal : But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil.
Страница 67 - Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where grey-beard mirth and smiling toil retired.
Страница 66 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
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