The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Including a Variety of Pieces Now First Collected, Volumen4G. P Putnam, 1854 |
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... spirit breathing its regrets and recollections , in a tone that has no dissonance with the calm of philosophical reflection . He betrays so little effort to make us visionary by the usual and palpable fictions of his art ; he keeps ...
... spirit breathing its regrets and recollections , in a tone that has no dissonance with the calm of philosophical reflection . He betrays so little effort to make us visionary by the usual and palpable fictions of his art ; he keeps ...
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... spirit of poetry . We must consider him as a pleader on that side of the question which accorded with the predominant state of his heart ; and , considered in that light , he is the poetical advocate of many truths . He revisits a spot ...
... spirit of poetry . We must consider him as a pleader on that side of the question which accorded with the predominant state of his heart ; and , considered in that light , he is the poetical advocate of many truths . He revisits a spot ...
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... spirit of opulence , which , imitating the pomp and solitude of feudal abodes , without their hospitality and protection , surrounded itself with monotonous pleasure- grounds , which indignantly ' spurned the cottage from the green ...
... spirit of opulence , which , imitating the pomp and solitude of feudal abodes , without their hospitality and protection , surrounded itself with monotonous pleasure- grounds , which indignantly ' spurned the cottage from the green ...
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... spirits were his ! what wit and what whim ! Now breaking a jest , and now breaking a limb ! ‡ Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball ! Now teasing and vexing , yet laughing at all ! In short , so provoking a devil was Dick ...
... spirits were his ! what wit and what whim ! Now breaking a jest , and now breaking a limb ! ‡ Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball ! Now teasing and vexing , yet laughing at all ! In short , so provoking a devil was Dick ...
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... spirit , wherever it flies , To act as an angel and mix with the skies : Those poets , who owe their best fame to his skill , Shall still be his flatterers , go where he will , Old Shakspeare receive him with praise and with love , And ...
... spirit , wherever it flies , To act as an angel and mix with the skies : Those poets , who owe their best fame to his skill , Shall still be his flatterers , go where he will , Old Shakspeare receive him with praise and with love , And ...
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Términos y frases comunes
antistrophe beauty breast character charms Cicero Critical Croaker dear Ecod edit Enter Epigoni Exeunt Exit eyes fame fear fortune friendship GARNET genius gentleman give Goldsmith hand happiness HAST hear heart Heaven HONEY Honeywood honor hope humor imitation JARV JARVIS lady language laugh learning LEON Leontine letter LOFTY look Lord Lucretius Madam Mandane manner MARL Marlow merit mighty hand mind MISS HARD Miss Hardcastle MISS NEV Miss Neville MISS RICH Miss Richland modest nature never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH OLIVIA Ovid pain passion perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride reader scene Scythian seems sentiments SERVANT SIR CHAS SIR WM soul SOUR spirit STOOPS TO CONQUER sublime sure taste tell thee there's thing thou thought TONY translation verses virtue write young Zamti Zounds
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Página 68 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Página 64 - ... 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...
Página 418 - With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. ii. 1. "Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace.
Página 72 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Página 71 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven : As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm.
Página 69 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 74 - 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 : 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.
Página 67 - 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.
Página 69 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Página 64 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.