GoldsmithMacmillan, 1918 - 164 pagina's |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 1-5 van 15
Pagina
... 1 CHAPTER II . SCHOOL AND COLLEGE CHAPTER III . 15 IDLENESS , AND FOREIGN TRAVEL CHAPTER IV . 23 EARLY STRUGGLES . - HACK - WRITING CHAPTER V. BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP . - THE BEE 333333 PERSONAL TRAITS CHAPTER VI . CHAPTER VII . THE ...
... 1 CHAPTER II . SCHOOL AND COLLEGE CHAPTER III . 15 IDLENESS , AND FOREIGN TRAVEL CHAPTER IV . 23 EARLY STRUGGLES . - HACK - WRITING CHAPTER V. BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP . - THE BEE 333333 PERSONAL TRAITS CHAPTER VI . CHAPTER VII . THE ...
Pagina 32
... fine clothes , to his Fleet - Street den . He was now thirty years of age ( 1758 ) ; and had found no definite occupation in the world . CHAPTER V. BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP . THE BEE . DURING 32 [ CHAP IV . GOLDSMITH .
... fine clothes , to his Fleet - Street den . He was now thirty years of age ( 1758 ) ; and had found no definite occupation in the world . CHAPTER V. BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP . THE BEE . DURING 32 [ CHAP IV . GOLDSMITH .
Pagina 33
... beginning of Goldsmith's career as an author . The book was published anonymously ; but Goldsmith was not at all anxious to disclaim the parentage of his first- born ; and in Grub Street and its environs , at least , the authorship of ...
... beginning of Goldsmith's career as an author . The book was published anonymously ; but Goldsmith was not at all anxious to disclaim the parentage of his first- born ; and in Grub Street and its environs , at least , the authorship of ...
Pagina 35
... for the fineness of his compositions , but the quantity he works off in a given time . " A long habit of writing for bread thus turns the · ambition of every author at last into avarice . D 2 v . ] 35 BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP . - THE BEE .
... for the fineness of his compositions , but the quantity he works off in a given time . " A long habit of writing for bread thus turns the · ambition of every author at last into avarice . D 2 v . ] 35 BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP . - THE BEE .
Pagina 37
... be had when wanted ; while Kenricks can be bought at any moment for a guinea or two a head . Goldsmith had not chosen literature as the occupation of his life ; he had only fallen back on v . ] BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP . - THE BEE . 37.
... be had when wanted ; while Kenricks can be bought at any moment for a guinea or two a head . Goldsmith had not chosen literature as the occupation of his life ; he had only fallen back on v . ] BEGINNING OF AUTHORSHIP . - THE BEE . 37.
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
acquaintance Ęsop amusing Animated Nature anxious appearance asked Ballymahon Beau Nash blunders booksellers Boswell Burke called CHAPTER character charm Colman comedy Covent Garden cried critics daughters Dean CHURCH delightful Deserted Village Diggory dinner doubt duchess English fame Fleet-Street Forster Francis Newbery friends Garrick genius gentle Gold Good-natured grace Griffiths guinea hack-work hand happy honest honour Horace Walpole Horneck humour imagination J. A. SYMONDS Johnson jokes Kenrick ladies laugh learned letters Lissoy literary literature living London look Lord madam manner modest Nash never Newbery night occasion Oliver Goldsmith perhaps person piece play pocket poem poet poetry poor praise probable published quaint received remarks replied Review Reynolds says shoemaker's holiday Sir LESLIE STEPHEN sizar smith sort Stoops to Conquer story suffer sure talk tell thing tion Traveller uncle Contarine Vicar of Wakefield writing written young
Populaire passages
Pagina 130 - And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Pagina 124 - 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 124 - 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, While many a pastime circled in the shade...
Pagina 112 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Pagina 128 - The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
Pagina 72 - I received one morning," says Johnson, "a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and, as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was...
Pagina 124 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
Pagina 125 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Pagina 127 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped, what waits him there ? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Pagina 154 - At a dinner so various, at such a repast, Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last? Here, waiter ! more wine, let me sit while I'm able, Till all my companions sink under the table; Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead.