Life of Oliver GoldsmithJ. B. Alden, 1886 - 258 pages |
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... affection and esteem ; he wound us up to be mere machines of pity , and rendered us incapable of withstanding the slightest impulse made either by real or fictitious distress . In a word , we were perfectly instructed in the art of ...
... affection and esteem ; he wound us up to be mere machines of pity , and rendered us incapable of withstanding the slightest impulse made either by real or fictitious distress . In a word , we were perfectly instructed in the art of ...
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... , which he privately sold for five shillings each at a shop which dealt in such small wares of literature . He felt an author's affection for these 66 unowned bantlings , and we are told would stroll privately OLIVER GOLDSMITHI . 23.
... , which he privately sold for five shillings each at a shop which dealt in such small wares of literature . He felt an author's affection for these 66 unowned bantlings , and we are told would stroll privately OLIVER GOLDSMITHI . 23.
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... had set out . His affectionate brother hastened to his relief ; furnished him with money and clothes ; soothed his feelings with gentle counsel ; prevailed upon him to return to college , and effected OLIVER GOLDSMITII , 25.
... had set out . His affectionate brother hastened to his relief ; furnished him with money and clothes ; soothed his feelings with gentle counsel ; prevailed upon him to return to college , and effected OLIVER GOLDSMITII , 25.
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... affection , therefore , as well as his house , were now open to him , and he became his chief counsellor and director after his father's death . He urged him to prepare for holy orders , and others of his relatives con- curred in the ...
... affection , therefore , as well as his house , were now open to him , and he became his chief counsellor and director after his father's death . He urged him to prepare for holy orders , and others of his relatives con- curred in the ...
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... affection inspired in the breast of Goldsmith by the constant kindness of this excellent brother , and of the longing recollection with which , in the lonely wanderings of after years , he looked back upon this scene of domestic ...
... affection inspired in the breast of Goldsmith by the constant kindness of this excellent brother , and of the longing recollection with which , in the lonely wanderings of after years , he looked back upon this scene of domestic ...
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Page 244 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick, If they were not his own by finessing and trick : He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame ; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest, was surest to please.
Page 118 - 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 147 - 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, Tho...
Page 244 - But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies, To act as an angel, and mix with the skies : Those poets, who owe their best fame to his skill, Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will ; Old Shakespeare receive him with praise and with love, And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above.
Page 26 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Page 105 - I received one morning 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.
Page 52 - I had rather be an under-turnkey in Newgate. I was up early and late ; I was browbeat by the master, hated for my ugly face by the mistress, worried by the boys...
Page 175 - Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser? I answer no, no, for he always was wiser. Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat? His very worst foe can't accuse him of that. Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolishly honest? ah, no ! Then what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ye : He was, could he help it? a special attorney.
Page 15 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 44 - 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 watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore. While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile ; The slow canal, the yellow-blossom'd vale, The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, The crowded mart, the cultivated...