The Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: With a Life and Notes, Volume 2Thomas Tegg, 1835 |
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... turn with disdain from the simplicity of his country fireside ; such as mistake ribaldry for humour , will find no wit in his harmless conversation ; and such as have been taught to deride religion , will laugh at one , whose chief ...
... turn with disdain from the simplicity of his country fireside ; such as mistake ribaldry for humour , will find no wit in his harmless conversation ; and such as have been taught to deride religion , will laugh at one , whose chief ...
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... turn the traveller or the foor dependant out of doors . Thus we lived several years in a state of much happiness , not but that we sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours . My orchard ...
... turn the traveller or the foor dependant out of doors . Thus we lived several years in a state of much happiness , not but that we sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours . My orchard ...
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... by efforts successively repeated . The temper of a woman is generally formed from the turn of her features : at least it was so with my daughters . Olivia wished for many lovers ; Sophia to secure one . THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 7.
... by efforts successively repeated . The temper of a woman is generally formed from the turn of her features : at least it was so with my daughters . Olivia wished for many lovers ; Sophia to secure one . THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 7.
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... turn- ing , I perceived my youngest daughter in the midst of a rapid stream , thrown from her horse , and struggling with the torrent . She had sunk twice , nor was it in my power to disengage myself in time to bring her relief . My ...
... turn- ing , I perceived my youngest daughter in the midst of a rapid stream , thrown from her horse , and struggling with the torrent . She had sunk twice , nor was it in my power to disengage myself in time to bring her relief . My ...
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... TURN , gentle Hermit of the dale , And guide my lonely way , To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray . For here forlorn and lost I tread , With fainting steps and slow , Where wilds , immeasurably spread , Seem length ...
... TURN , gentle Hermit of the dale , And guide my lonely way , To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray . For here forlorn and lost I tread , With fainting steps and slow , Where wilds , immeasurably spread , Seem length ...
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Page 272 - O then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 257 - s the respect That makes calamity of so long life ; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time. • The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
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Page 32 - The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest :
Page 32 - Alas! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay: And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship...
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Page 34 - Twas Edwin's self that pressed ! "Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 34 - I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. "And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die; Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.