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Pagina 116
... POSTBOY . .MR DUNSTALL . .MR CUSHING . .MR R. SMITH . .MR HOLTAM . MR QUICK . MISS RICHLAND OLIVIA .... MRS CROAKER GARNET . LANDLADY . WOMEN . .MRS BULKLEY . .MRS MATTOCKS . .MRS PITT . MRS GREEN . .MRS WHITE . Scene - LONDON .
... POSTBOY . .MR DUNSTALL . .MR CUSHING . .MR R. SMITH . .MR HOLTAM . MR QUICK . MISS RICHLAND OLIVIA .... MRS CROAKER GARNET . LANDLADY . WOMEN . .MRS BULKLEY . .MRS MATTOCKS . .MRS PITT . MRS GREEN . .MRS WHITE . Scene - LONDON .
Pagina 126
... Olivia , or Miss Richland ? CROAKER . The best of them will never be canonized for a saint when she's dead . By the by , my dear friend , I don't find this match between Miss Richland and my son much relished , either by one side or t ...
... Olivia , or Miss Richland ? CROAKER . The best of them will never be canonized for a saint when she's dead . By the by , my dear friend , I don't find this match between Miss Richland and my son much relished , either by one side or t ...
Pagina 131
... with us this morning upon a stroll- ing party . I want to show Olivia the town , and the things ; I believe I shall have business for you for the whole day . HONEYWOOD . I am sorry , madam , I have 9 . THE GOOD - NATURED MAN . 131.
... with us this morning upon a stroll- ing party . I want to show Olivia the town , and the things ; I believe I shall have business for you for the whole day . HONEYWOOD . I am sorry , madam , I have 9 . THE GOOD - NATURED MAN . 131.
Pagina 132
... OLIVIA . LEONTINE . [ Exeunt . There they go , thoughtless and happy . My dearest Olivia , what would I give to see you capable of sharing in their amusements , and as cheerful as they are . OLIVIA . How , my Leontine , how can I be ...
... OLIVIA . LEONTINE . [ Exeunt . There they go , thoughtless and happy . My dearest Olivia , what would I give to see you capable of sharing in their amusements , and as cheerful as they are . OLIVIA . How , my Leontine , how can I be ...
Pagina 133
... OLIVIA . But mayn't she write , mayn't her aunt write ? LEONTINE . Her aunt scarce ever writes , and all my sister's letters are directed to me . OLIVIA . But won't your refusing Miss Richland , for whom you know the old gentleman ...
... OLIVIA . But mayn't she write , mayn't her aunt write ? LEONTINE . Her aunt scarce ever writes , and all my sister's letters are directed to me . OLIVIA . But won't your refusing Miss Richland , for whom you know the old gentleman ...
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The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of ..., Volume 2 Oliver Goldsmith Volledige weergave - 1825 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 93 - 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 with a razor.
Pagina 92 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Pagina 20 - 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 but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Pagina 57 - 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...
Pagina 53 - 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 destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Pagina 38 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Pagina 38 - Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies, That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame.
Pagina 57 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven.
Pagina 56 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Pagina 62 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.