Life of Oliver GoldsmithJ. B. Alden, 1886 - 258 pages |
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... lights since evolved , has produced a biography of the poet , executed with a spirit , a feeling , a grace and an eloquence , that leave nothing to be de sired . Indeed it would have been presumption in me to under- take the subject ...
... lights since evolved , has produced a biography of the poet , executed with a spirit , a feeling , a grace and an eloquence , that leave nothing to be de sired . Indeed it would have been presumption in me to under- take the subject ...
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... lights his pipe . " In the same letter he contrasts Scotland and Holland . " There hills and rocks intercept every prospect ; here it is all a continued plain . There you might see a well - dressed Duchess issuing from a dirty close ...
... lights his pipe . " In the same letter he contrasts Scotland and Holland . " There hills and rocks intercept every prospect ; here it is all a continued plain . There you might see a well - dressed Duchess issuing from a dirty close ...
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... concludes : " Let me , then , stop my fancy to take a view of my future self - and , as the boys say , light down to see myself on horseback . Well , now that I am down , where the d - 1 is I ? Oh gods ! 68 OLIVER GOLDSMITII .
... concludes : " Let me , then , stop my fancy to take a view of my future self - and , as the boys say , light down to see myself on horseback . Well , now that I am down , where the d - 1 is I ? Oh gods ! 68 OLIVER GOLDSMITII .
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... light , but I could not bear even the shadow of such a suspicion . The most delicate friendships are always most sensible of the slightest invasion , and the strongest jealousy is ever attendant on the warmest regard . I could not - I ...
... light , but I could not bear even the shadow of such a suspicion . The most delicate friendships are always most sensible of the slightest invasion , and the strongest jealousy is ever attendant on the warmest regard . I could not - I ...
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... light , buoyant , pushing , and presumptuous . He had a morbid passion for mingling in the society of men noted for wit and learning , and had just arrived from Scotland , bent upon making his way into the literary circles of the ...
... light , buoyant , pushing , and presumptuous . He had a morbid passion for mingling in the society of men noted for wit and learning , and had just arrived from Scotland , bent upon making his way into the literary circles of the ...
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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...