The Works of Oliver Goldsmith: Poetical works. Dramas. The vicar of WakefieldJohn Murray, 1854 |
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... Thornhill , who was to be my landlord , and who lived within a few miles of the place . This gentleman he described as one who desired to know little more of the world than its pleasures , being particularly remarkable for his ...
... Thornhill , who was to be my landlord , and who lived within a few miles of the place . This gentleman he described as one who desired to know little more of the world than its pleasures , being particularly remarkable for his ...
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... Thornhill , a young gentleman who enjoys a large fortune , though entirely dependant on the will of his uncle , Sir William Thornhill , a gentleman who , content with a little himself , permits his nephew to enjoy the rest , and chiefly ...
... Thornhill , a young gentleman who enjoys a large fortune , though entirely dependant on the will of his uncle , Sir William Thornhill , a gentleman who , content with a little himself , permits his nephew to enjoy the rest , and chiefly ...
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... Thornhill represented as one of the most generous , yet whimsical men in the kingdom ; a man of consummate benevolence . " " Something , perhaps , too much so , " replied Mr. Burchell , " at least he carried benevolence to an excess ...
... Thornhill represented as one of the most generous , yet whimsical men in the kingdom ; a man of consummate benevolence . " " Something , perhaps , too much so , " replied Mr. Burchell , " at least he carried benevolence to an excess ...
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... Thornhill , and that he was owner of the estate that lay for some extent round us . He again , therefore , offered to salute the female part of the family , and such was the power of fortune and fine clothes , that he found no second ...
... Thornhill , and that he was owner of the estate that lay for some extent round us . He again , therefore , offered to salute the female part of the family , and such was the power of fortune and fine clothes , that he found no second ...
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... Thornhill seemed highly delighted with their performance and choice , and then took up the guitar himself . He played but very indifferently ; however , my eldest daughter repaid his former applause with interest , and assured him that ...
... Thornhill seemed highly delighted with their performance and choice , and then took up the guitar himself . He played but very indifferently ; however , my eldest daughter repaid his former applause with interest , and assured him that ...
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Page 48 - 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 ; The host himself no longer shall be found Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ; Nor the coy maid, half willing to be prest. Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest.
Page 415 - She complied in a manner so exquisitely pathetic as moved me. 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 die.
Page 42 - I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd 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.
Page 48 - Hoards even beyond the miser's wish abound, And rich men flock from all the world around. Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name That leaves our useful products still the same. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth...
Page 14 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill; Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
Page 41 - 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.
Page 49 - Where then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride ? If to some common's fenceless limits...
Page 50 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts?
Page 105 - 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.
Page 40 - 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 tittered round the place...