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Pagina xxiv
... sure to meet people of all nations . Here the Dutch slumber , the French chatter , and the English play at cards . Any man who likes company may have them to his taste . For my part I generally detached myself from all society , and was ...
... sure to meet people of all nations . Here the Dutch slumber , the French chatter , and the English play at cards . Any man who likes company may have them to his taste . For my part I generally detached myself from all society , and was ...
Pagina xxxi
... Sure I am born to ill fortune to be so much a debtor , and unable to repay . But to say no more of this ; too many professions of gratitude are often considered as indirect petitions for future favours . Let me only add , that my not ...
... Sure I am born to ill fortune to be so much a debtor , and unable to repay . But to say no more of this ; too many professions of gratitude are often considered as indirect petitions for future favours . Let me only add , that my not ...
Pagina lxxvi
... sure they will dis- pose of it to the best advantage . To them I entirely leave it , whether they or you may think the whole necessary to fit you out , or whether our poor sister Johnson may not want the half , I leave entirely to their ...
... sure they will dis- pose of it to the best advantage . To them I entirely leave it , whether they or you may think the whole necessary to fit you out , or whether our poor sister Johnson may not want the half , I leave entirely to their ...
Pagina cxv
... sure that is very like Shakespeare . ' Of this subject , however , I presume my readers will think I have given them enough ; I shall , therefore , revert to an- other friend of Sir Joshua's , poor Goldsmith , who left this world on the ...
... sure that is very like Shakespeare . ' Of this subject , however , I presume my readers will think I have given them enough ; I shall , therefore , revert to an- other friend of Sir Joshua's , poor Goldsmith , who left this world on the ...
Pagina cxxxiii
... sure ; get up , idle creature ! ' The cry was , Goldsmith is envious ; but surely it was a little irritating to hear the town ring with applause of Garrick , and see him courted everywhere , and in the height of splen- dour , whilst he ...
... sure ; get up , idle creature ! ' The cry was , Goldsmith is envious ; but surely it was a little irritating to hear the town ring with applause of Garrick , and see him courted everywhere , and in the height of splen- dour , whilst he ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 37 - 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.
Pagina 104 - 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 die.
Pagina 41 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven...
Pagina 25 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Pagina 79 - 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 lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Pagina 37 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep ; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Pagina 39 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd 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 46 - The mournful peasant leads his humble band; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave ! Where, then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride?
Pagina 80 - No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Pagina 36 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more: His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.