The Life and Times of Oliver Goldsmith, 2. kötetBradbury and Evans, 1854 |
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... seems to acquire " the moroseness of age ; and as if our property were become dearer in propor- " tion as it increased , as if the more enormous our wealth , the more extensive our fears , all our possessions are paled up with new ...
... seems to acquire " the moroseness of age ; and as if our property were become dearer in propor- " tion as it increased , as if the more enormous our wealth , the more extensive our fears , all our possessions are paled up with new ...
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... seems to have had curious proof of the anxiety of the good people of that pros- perous town to claim a property in the vicar himself , as well as in the name of the vicarage . " Departed in a stage - coach from Sheffield , and arrived ...
... seems to have had curious proof of the anxiety of the good people of that pros- perous town to claim a property in the vicar himself , as well as in the name of the vicarage . " Departed in a stage - coach from Sheffield , and arrived ...
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... seem incredible , indeed , comparing the tone of language and incident in the two stories , that a space of twenty years should have comprised Joseph Andrews and the Vicar of Wakefield ? Little , it must be confessed , had past ...
... seem incredible , indeed , comparing the tone of language and incident in the two stories , that a space of twenty years should have comprised Joseph Andrews and the Vicar of Wakefield ? Little , it must be confessed , had past ...
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... seems after all , one hardly knows why or where- fore , the most appropriate thing he can do ) of “ blowing the " French horn . " Mr. Abraham Adams has infinite claims . on respect and love , nor ever to be forgotten are his groans over ...
... seems after all , one hardly knows why or where- fore , the most appropriate thing he can do ) of “ blowing the " French horn . " Mr. Abraham Adams has infinite claims . on respect and love , nor ever to be forgotten are his groans over ...
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... seems to have this year turned his thoughts for the first time to the theatre , with serious intention to try his ... seem clear and ascertainable enough . The idea of the comedy originated with Colman , as he was looking at the first ...
... seems to have this year turned his thoughts for the first time to the theatre , with serious intention to try his ... seem clear and ascertainable enough . The idea of the comedy originated with Colman , as he was looking at the first ...
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adds admiration afterwards allusion amusing anecdote Animated Nature appeared Beauclerc believe Bishop booksellers Boswell Boswell's Burke called character Charles Fox club Colman comedy copy Covent Garden Cradock Davies dear death delightful described Deserted Village dine dinner Doctor Goldsmith Doctor Johnson edition Edmund Burke English epitaph fame Francis Newbery genius gentleman George Steevens give hand History honour Horace Walpole Horneck humour Irish Johnson Kelly kind labour lady Langton laugh letter literary lived London Lord Camden Lord Charlemont mind never Newbery night Northcote occasion Oliver Goldsmith party passage Percy Memoir perhaps person play poem poet poetry poor Goldsmith quote remark Reynolds says scene seems Shakspeare Sir Joshua Stoops to Conquer talk tell theatre things thought Thrale told Tom Davies truth Vicar of Wakefield writing written wrote
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232. oldal - Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumphed is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high. Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired.
309. oldal - 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; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
231. oldal - 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...
413. oldal - I have ever hated all nations, professions, and communities, and all my love is towards individuals; for instance, I hate the tribe of lawyers, but I love Counsellor Such-a-one and Judge Such-a-one; so with physicians — I will not speak of my own trade — soldiers, English, Scotch, French, and the rest. But principally I hate and detest that animal called man, although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.
308. oldal - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
233. 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.
218. oldal - No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had.
138. oldal - 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.
232. oldal - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
142. oldal - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...