The Life and Times of Oliver Goldsmith, Volume 2Bradbury and Evans, 1854 |
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... perhaps she might have " done something wrong , for she hardly knew what she did ; " and finally sent her to Tyburn , with her infant sucking at her breast . * Not without reason did Horace Walpole call " beings could do ; but went on ...
... perhaps she might have " done something wrong , for she hardly knew what she did ; " and finally sent her to Tyburn , with her infant sucking at her breast . * Not without reason did Horace Walpole call " beings could do ; but went on ...
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... Perhaps it is owing to both ; for they mutually produce " each other . When by indiscriminate penal laws a nation beholds the same punishment affixed to dissimilar degrees of guilt , from perceiving no distinc- " tion in the penalty ...
... Perhaps it is owing to both ; for they mutually produce " each other . When by indiscriminate penal laws a nation beholds the same punishment affixed to dissimilar degrees of guilt , from perceiving no distinc- " tion in the penalty ...
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... we see ; the rest perhaps was a little braggadocio for admirers at the Wednesday club , they read with delight in their twentieth summer ; and 22 [ BOOK III . OLIVER GOLDSMITH'S LIFE AND TIMES . Beauties of English Poetry selected.
... we see ; the rest perhaps was a little braggadocio for admirers at the Wednesday club , they read with delight in their twentieth summer ; and 22 [ BOOK III . OLIVER GOLDSMITH'S LIFE AND TIMES . Beauties of English Poetry selected.
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... to regard him as a friend . The next ingredient in the strange compound was Charles Townshend , at once perhaps . 1766 . the cleverest and certainly the most dangerous man 36 [ BOOK III . OLIVER GOLDSMITH'S LIFE AND TIMES .
... to regard him as a friend . The next ingredient in the strange compound was Charles Townshend , at once perhaps . 1766 . the cleverest and certainly the most dangerous man 36 [ BOOK III . OLIVER GOLDSMITH'S LIFE AND TIMES .
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... perhaps " in the whole house . " Burke had been a member little more than six months when this was written ; yet , even among the men who thus felt his usefulness , there was as little idea of recognising his claim to an office of any ...
... perhaps " in the whole house . " Burke had been a member little more than six months when this was written ; yet , even among the men who thus felt his usefulness , there was as little idea of recognising his claim to an office of any ...
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Page 232 - Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumphed 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.
Page 309 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; 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...
Page 231 - 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...
Page 413 - I have ever hated all nations, professions, and communities, and all my love is towards individuals; for instance, I hate the tribe of lawyers, but I love Counsellor Such-a-one and Judge Such-a-one; so with physicians — I will not speak of my own trade — soldiers, English, Scotch, French, and the rest. But principally I hate and detest that animal called man, although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.
Page 308 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Page 233 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care : No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear ; The host himself no longer shall be found Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ; Nor the coy maid, half willing to be prest, Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest.
Page 218 - No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had.
Page 138 - 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.
Page 232 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Page 142 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...