The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With the Portrait of the AuthorB. Tauchnitz, 1842 - 429 pagina's |
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Pagina 124
... hast made one poor creature wretched for life , and polluted a family that had nothing but honour for their portion ! " " If she , or you , " returned he , " are resolved to be miser- able , I cannot help it . But you may still be happy ...
... hast made one poor creature wretched for life , and polluted a family that had nothing but honour for their portion ! " " If she , or you , " returned he , " are resolved to be miser- able , I cannot help it . But you may still be happy ...
Pagina 125
... hast once woefully , parably deceived me . I reposed my heart upon thine honour , and have found its baseness . Never more , there- fore , expect friendship from me . Go , and possess what fortune has given thee , beauty , riches ...
... hast once woefully , parably deceived me . I reposed my heart upon thine honour , and have found its baseness . Never more , there- fore , expect friendship from me . Go , and possess what fortune has given thee , beauty , riches ...
Pagina 133
... hast strength , and it was given thee , my son , for very useful purposes : for it must save from famine your helpless parents and family . Prepare , then , this evening to look out for work against to - morrow , and bring home every ...
... hast strength , and it was given thee , my son , for very useful purposes : for it must save from famine your helpless parents and family . Prepare , then , this evening to look out for work against to - morrow , and bring home every ...
Pagina 147
... hast done very ill , and at another time my reproaches might have been more severe . Oh ! what a tremendous gulf hast thou escaped , that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin ! Providence , indeed , has here been kinder ...
... hast done very ill , and at another time my reproaches might have been more severe . Oh ! what a tremendous gulf hast thou escaped , that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin ! Providence , indeed , has here been kinder ...
Pagina 156
... hast thou been relieved , or who the ruffians were who carried thee away ? " " Indeed , Sir , " replied she , " as to the villain who carried me off , I am yet ignorant . For as my mamma and I were walking out , he came behind us , and ...
... hast thou been relieved , or who the ruffians were who carried thee away ? " " Indeed , Sir , " replied she , " as to the villain who carried me off , I am yet ignorant . For as my mamma and I were walking out , he came behind us , and ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.