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Pagina vii
... compare , as I have done , the two editions of 1762. But former editors have not troubled themselves with the second edition , and consequently have missed whole pages of new matter , with some excellent PREFACE . vii.
... compare , as I have done , the two editions of 1762. But former editors have not troubled themselves with the second edition , and consequently have missed whole pages of new matter , with some excellent PREFACE . vii.
Pagina viii
Oliver Goldsmith Peter Cunningham. missed whole pages of new matter , with some excellent additional stories and verbal corrections , that betray the pen of the careful writer . I need not say that the text of my reprint is that of the ...
Oliver Goldsmith Peter Cunningham. missed whole pages of new matter , with some excellent additional stories and verbal corrections , that betray the pen of the careful writer . I need not say that the text of my reprint is that of the ...
Pagina 3
... whole can now , with propriety , be only inscribed to you . It will also throw a light upon many parts of it , when the reader understands that it is addressed to a man , who , despising fame and fortune , has retired early to happiness ...
... whole can now , with propriety , be only inscribed to you . It will also throw a light upon many parts of it , when the reader understands that it is addressed to a man , who , despising fame and fortune , has retired early to happiness ...
Pagina 16
... whole Republic of Holland seems to be a conquest upon the sea , and in a manner rescued from its bosom . The surface of the earth in this country is below the level of the bed of the sea ; and I remember upon approaching the coast to ...
... whole Republic of Holland seems to be a conquest upon the sea , and in a manner rescued from its bosom . The surface of the earth in this country is below the level of the bed of the sea ; and I remember upon approaching the coast to ...
Pagina 40
... whole domain , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day , But , chok'd with sedges , works its weedy way ; Along thy glades , a solitary guest , The hollow - sounding bittern guards its ...
... whole domain , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day , But , chok'd with sedges , works its weedy way ; Along thy glades , a solitary guest , The hollow - sounding bittern guards its ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 46 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pagina 45 - 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.
Pagina 42 - 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. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Pagina 43 - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled...
Pagina 44 - 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; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Pagina 43 - But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His Heaven commences ere the world be past!
Pagina 40 - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught even toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms - but all these charms are fled.
Pagina 50 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.
Pagina 51 - Ah, no! To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Pagina 83 - Twas only that when he was off he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day. Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick : He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.