The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, Volume 2Hastings, Etheridge, and Bliss, 1809 |
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... hear all taunts , and hear without reply . Uncheck'd on both loud rabbles vent their rage , And mongrels bay the lion in a cage . Th ' offended burgess hoards his angry tale , For that blest year when all that vote may rail ; Their ...
... hear all taunts , and hear without reply . Uncheck'd on both loud rabbles vent their rage , And mongrels bay the lion in a cage . Th ' offended burgess hoards his angry tale , For that blest year when all that vote may rail ; Their ...
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... hear him mention the name on't , I'm always sure he's going to play the fool . Sir William . Don't let us ascribe his faults to his philosophy , I entreat you . No , Jarvis , his good nature arises ra- ther from his fears of offending ...
... hear him mention the name on't , I'm always sure he's going to play the fool . Sir William . Don't let us ascribe his faults to his philosophy , I entreat you . No , Jarvis , his good nature arises ra- ther from his fears of offending ...
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... hear me scold , as he does to his hair - dresser . Sir William . We must try him once more , however , and I'll go this instant to put my scheme into execution ; and I don't despair of succeeding , as , by your means , I can have ...
... hear me scold , as he does to his hair - dresser . Sir William . We must try him once more , however , and I'll go this instant to put my scheme into execution ; and I don't despair of succeeding , as , by your means , I can have ...
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... a - going , Sir ; and liquors don't go without mouths , Sir ; I hate a drunkard , Sir . Honeywood . Well , well , Philip , I'll hear you upon that another time , so go to bed now . Jarvis . To bed ! Let him go to the A COMEDY . 81.
... a - going , Sir ; and liquors don't go without mouths , Sir ; I hate a drunkard , Sir . Honeywood . Well , well , Philip , I'll hear you upon that another time , so go to bed now . Jarvis . To bed ! Let him go to the A COMEDY . 81.
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... hear him talk , and he loved to hear me talk ; poor dear Dick . He us'd to say that Croaker rhim'd to joker ; and so we us'd to laugh - Poor Dick . [ Going to cry . Honeywood . His fate affects me . Croaker . Ay , he grew sick of this ...
... hear him talk , and he loved to hear me talk ; poor dear Dick . He us'd to say that Croaker rhim'd to joker ; and so we us'd to laugh - Poor Dick . [ Going to cry . Honeywood . His fate affects me . Croaker . Ay , he grew sick of this ...
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assure aunt Bailiff bar-maid battle of Belgrade believe blest Charles Marlow charms child daughter David Garrick Dear Sir Diggory Duke of Marlborough Ecod Enter CROAKER Enter Miss Exeunt Exit face father favor fear fellow folly fool fortune friendship Garnet girl give good-natur'd hand happiness hear heart honor hope horses hour humor impudence Jarvis jewels Kate keep lady Landlady Landlord laugh leave Leontine letter Lofty look Lord madam Maid Marlow married master mean mind Miss Hardcastle Miss Neville Miss Richland modest never night OLIVER GOLDSMITH Olivia on't pardon passion perhaps pleasure poor Postboy Pray pretty pruin scene Servant shew Sir Charles Sir William Honeywood smile soul stept STOOPS TO CONQUER sure sweet SWEET AUBURN talk tell there's thing thou Tony town undone what's Whitefoord young gentleman Zounds
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Página 55 - 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, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Página 44 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
Página 46 - 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...
Página 46 - The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Página 47 - 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, Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Página 42 - 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 he flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return — and die at home at last.
Página 28 - To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride, Onward methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow; Spreads its long arms amidst the wat'ry roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore...
Página 26 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Página 59 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Página 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 titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance, that would those looks reprove.