The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With the Portrait of the AuthorB. Tauchnitz, 1842 - 429 páginas |
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... wretch condemn'd with life to part ' 246 The Double Transformation ; a Tale • 246 A new Simile in the Manner of Swift 249 Stanzas on Woman 251 - Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog 251 Epitaph on Edward Purdon 252 Epilogue to the Comedy of ...
... wretch condemn'd with life to part ' 246 The Double Transformation ; a Tale • 246 A new Simile in the Manner of Swift 249 Stanzas on Woman 251 - Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog 251 Epitaph on Edward Purdon 252 Epilogue to the Comedy of ...
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... wretched , and seek in humbler circum- stances that peace with which all may be happy . The poor live pleasantly without our help , why then should not we learn to live without theirs ? No , my children , let us from this moment give up ...
... wretched , and seek in humbler circum- stances that peace with which all may be happy . The poor live pleasantly without our help , why then should not we learn to live without theirs ? No , my children , let us from this moment give up ...
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... wretch to weep ? " And love is still an emptier sound , The modern fair one's jest ; On earth unseen , or only found To warm the turtle's nest . " For shame , fond youth , thy sorrows hush , And spurn the sex ! " he said : But , while ...
... wretch to weep ? " And love is still an emptier sound , The modern fair one's jest ; On earth unseen , or only found To warm the turtle's nest . " For shame , fond youth , thy sorrows hush , And spurn the sex ! " he said : But , while ...
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... wretch , begone , and no longer pollute my dwelling with thy baseness . Begone , and never let me see thee again : go from my door ; and the only punishment I wish thee , is an alarmed conscience , which will be a suffi- cient tormentor ...
... wretch , begone , and no longer pollute my dwelling with thy baseness . Begone , and never let me see thee again : go from my door ; and the only punishment I wish thee , is an alarmed conscience , which will be a suffi- cient tormentor ...
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... wretched child at breakfast , where she used to give life and cheer- fulness to us all . My wife , as before , attempted to ease her heart by reproaches . " Never , " cried she , " shall that vilest stain of our family again darken ...
... wretched child at breakfast , where she used to give life and cheer- fulness to us all . My wife , as before , attempted to ease her heart by reproaches . " Never , " cried she , " shall that vilest stain of our family again darken ...
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Página 210 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. 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.
Página 210 - 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, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread. Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 209 - All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Página 206 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain, mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place...
Página 236 - As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine ; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings — a dupe to his art.
Página 123 - 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...
Página 209 - 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 207 - 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.
Página 251 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ! The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel...
Página 76 - Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.