The Select Works of Oliver Goldsmith: In One Volume. With the Portrait of the Author..Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1842 - 399 pagina's |
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... for protection . The gentleman came up , and asked pardon for having disturbed us , affirming that he was igno- rant of our being so near . He therefore sat down by my youngest daughter , and sportsman - like , offered her what 31.
... for protection . The gentleman came up , and asked pardon for having disturbed us , affirming that he was igno- rant of our being so near . He therefore sat down by my youngest daughter , and sportsman - like , offered her what 31.
Pagina 42
... pardon my present presumption . It is true , we have no right to pretend to such favours ; but yet it is natural for me to wish putting my children forward in the world . And I will be bold to say , my two girls have had a pretty good ...
... pardon my present presumption . It is true , we have no right to pretend to such favours ; but yet it is natural for me to wish putting my children forward in the world . And I will be bold to say , my two girls have had a pretty good ...
Pagina 52
... pardon . " " Sir , " cried I , grasping his hand , “ you are so far from displeasing me by your familiarity , that I must beg you'll accept my friendship , as you already have my esteem . " Then with gratitude I accept the offer ...
... pardon . " " Sir , " cried I , grasping his hand , “ you are so far from displeasing me by your familiarity , that I must beg you'll accept my friendship , as you already have my esteem . " Then with gratitude I accept the offer ...
Pagina 53
... pardon , I am straying from the question . " That he actually was ; nor could I for my life see how the creation of the world had any thing to do with the business I was talking of ; but it was sufficient to shew me that he was a man of ...
... pardon , I am straying from the question . " That he actually was ; nor could I for my life see how the creation of the world had any thing to do with the business I was talking of ; but it was sufficient to shew me that he was a man of ...
Pagina 57
... pardon for being fond of a joke . " Dear Madam , " replied he , " I pardon you with all my heart ; for I protest I should not have thought it a joke had you not told me . " " Perhaps not , Sir , " cried my wife , winking at us , " and ...
... pardon for being fond of a joke . " Dear Madam , " replied he , " I pardon you with all my heart ; for I protest I should not have thought it a joke had you not told me . " " Perhaps not , Sir , " cried my wife , winking at us , " and ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 215 - 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...
Pagina 191 - 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pagina 194 - 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 167 - Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind : As different good, by art or nature given To different nations, makes their blessings even.
Pagina 232 - 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, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Pagina 189 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Pagina 186 - 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 e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms, — but all these charms are fled...
Pagina 195 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Pagina 189 - 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 190 - 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.