The Works of Oliver Goldsmith, 1. kötetJ. Murray, 1854 |
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215. oldal
... Miss Hoggs , and our neighbour Mrs. Grigsby , go to take a month's polishing every winter . Hard . Ay , and bring back vanity and affectation to last them the whole year . I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home ! In my ...
... Miss Hoggs , and our neighbour Mrs. Grigsby , go to take a month's polishing every winter . Hard . Ay , and bring back vanity and affectation to last them the whole year . I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home ! In my ...
217. oldal
... Hard . Ay , if growing too fat be one of the symptoms . Mrs. Hard . He coughs sometimes . Hard . Yes , when his ... MISS HARDCASTLE . Hard . Blessings on my pretty ACT I. 217 SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER .
... Hard . Ay , if growing too fat be one of the symptoms . Mrs. Hard . He coughs sometimes . Hard . Yes , when his ... MISS HARDCASTLE . Hard . Blessings on my pretty ACT I. 217 SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER .
218. oldal
Oliver Goldsmith Peter Cunnningham. Enter MISS HARDCASTLE . Hard . Blessings on my pretty innocence ! drest out as usual , my Kate . Goodness ! What a quantity of superfluous silk hast thou got about thee , girl ! I could never teach the ...
Oliver Goldsmith Peter Cunnningham. Enter MISS HARDCASTLE . Hard . Blessings on my pretty innocence ! drest out as usual , my Kate . Goodness ! What a quantity of superfluous silk hast thou got about thee , girl ! I could never teach the ...
219. oldal
... Miss Hard . Eh ! you have frozen me to death again . That word reserved has undone all the rest of his accomplishments . A reserved lover , it is said , always makes a suspicious husband . Hard . On the contrary , modesty seldom resides ...
... Miss Hard . Eh ! you have frozen me to death again . That word reserved has undone all the rest of his accomplishments . A reserved lover , it is said , always makes a suspicious husband . Hard . On the contrary , modesty seldom resides ...
220. oldal
Oliver Goldsmith Peter Cunnningham. Miss Hard . No ; nothing of all this . I have been threatened- I can scarce get it out - I have been threatened with a lover . • Miss Nev . And his name- - Miss Hard . Is Marlow . Miss Nev . Indeed ! Miss ...
Oliver Goldsmith Peter Cunnningham. Miss Hard . No ; nothing of all this . I have been threatened- I can scarce get it out - I have been threatened with a lover . • Miss Nev . And his name- - Miss Hard . Is Marlow . Miss Nev . Indeed ! Miss ...
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41. oldal - 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...
45. oldal - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.
43. oldal - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
48. oldal - 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.
41. oldal - And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 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.
17. oldal - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
105. oldal - 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.
369. oldal - 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. This dog and man at first were...
46. oldal - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...
44. oldal - 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.