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... character , the integrity of his heart , and the merit of his productions , made his company very acceptable to a number of refpectable perfons , and he emerged from his shabby apartments near the Old Bailey to the politer air of the ...
... character , the integrity of his heart , and the merit of his productions , made his company very acceptable to a number of refpectable perfons , and he emerged from his shabby apartments near the Old Bailey to the politer air of the ...
Pagina vi
... character we cannot help laying before the reader . Previous to the publication of his Deferted Village , the Bookfeller had given him a note for one hundred guineas for the copy , which the Doctor mentioned , a few hours after , to one ...
... character we cannot help laying before the reader . Previous to the publication of his Deferted Village , the Bookfeller had given him a note for one hundred guineas for the copy , which the Doctor mentioned , a few hours after , to one ...
Pagina vii
... character , it is strongly illuftrated by Mr. Pope's line , In wit a man , fimplicity a child . The learned leisure he loved to enjoy was too often interrupted by diftreffes which arose from the openness of his temper , and which ...
... character , it is strongly illuftrated by Mr. Pope's line , In wit a man , fimplicity a child . The learned leisure he loved to enjoy was too often interrupted by diftreffes which arose from the openness of his temper , and which ...
Pagina 7
... character , vide the Poem . ( i ) Counsellor John Ridge , a gentleman belonging to the Irifh bar , the relif of whofe agreeable and pointed converfation is admitted , by all his acquaint- ance , to be very properly compared to the above ...
... character , vide the Poem . ( i ) Counsellor John Ridge , a gentleman belonging to the Irifh bar , the relif of whofe agreeable and pointed converfation is admitted , by all his acquaint- ance , to be very properly compared to the above ...
Pagina 12
... characters thus without fault ? Say was it that vainly directing his view , To find out mens virtues and finding them few , Quite fick of pursuing each troublesome elf , He grew lazy at last and drew from himself ? Here Here ( s ) ...
... characters thus without fault ? Say was it that vainly directing his view , To find out mens virtues and finding them few , Quite fick of pursuing each troublesome elf , He grew lazy at last and drew from himself ? Here Here ( s ) ...
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Retaliation: A Poem. to Which Is Added, Some Account of the Life of the Author Oliver Goldsmith Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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Pagina 11 - 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; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Pagina 18 - 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.
Pagina 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Pagina 9 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Pagina 10 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Pagina 20 - The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms. With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, And...
Pagina 11 - 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 4 - 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. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
Pagina 5 - Lived in each look, and brightened all the green, These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more. Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power.
Pagina 14 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...