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... apprehending that it was a last farewell . I preserve this little relic , in his own hand - writing , with an affec- tionate care . I am , Sir , Your humble servant , JAMES BOSWELL . PROLOGUE ΤΟ ZOBEIDE ; A TRAGEDY : WRITTEN BY JOSEPH Song.
... apprehending that it was a last farewell . I preserve this little relic , in his own hand - writing , with an affec- tionate care . I am , Sir , Your humble servant , JAMES BOSWELL . PROLOGUE ΤΟ ZOBEIDE ; A TRAGEDY : WRITTEN BY JOSEPH Song.
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... servants that your kindness has made unfit for any other family . HONEYWOOD . Then they have the more occasion for being in mine . JARVIS . Soh ! What will you have done with him that I caught stealing your plate in the pantry ? In the ...
... servants that your kindness has made unfit for any other family . HONEYWOOD . Then they have the more occasion for being in mine . JARVIS . Soh ! What will you have done with him that I caught stealing your plate in the pantry ? In the ...
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... servant : I can get any thing from that quarter . MISS RICHLAND . But how ? Tell me again , Garnet . GARNET . Why , madam , as I told you before , instead of going to Lyons to bring home his sister , who has been there with her aunt ...
... servant : I can get any thing from that quarter . MISS RICHLAND . But how ? Tell me again , Garnet . GARNET . Why , madam , as I told you before , instead of going to Lyons to bring home his sister , who has been there with her aunt ...
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... servant is not totally indifferent to you . He admires you ; I adore you ; and when we come together , upon my soul I believe we shall be the happiest couple in all St James's . MISS RICHLAND . If I could flatter myself you thought as ...
... servant is not totally indifferent to you . He admires you ; I adore you ; and when we come together , upon my soul I believe we shall be the happiest couple in all St James's . MISS RICHLAND . If I could flatter myself you thought as ...
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... all the world , he can't get one for himself . MRS CROAKER . That perhaps may be owing to his nicety . Great men are not easily satisfied . Enter French SERVANT . SERVANT . An expresse from Monsieur 144 THE GOOD - NATURED MAN .
... all the world , he can't get one for himself . MRS CROAKER . That perhaps may be owing to his nicety . Great men are not easily satisfied . Enter French SERVANT . SERVANT . An expresse from Monsieur 144 THE GOOD - NATURED MAN .
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“The” miscellaneous works of Oliver Goldsmith, Volym 2 Oliver Goldsmith Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1825 |
The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith: With an Account of His ..., Volym 2 Oliver Goldsmith Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1825 |
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Sida 93 - 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 with a razor.
Sida 92 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Sida 20 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. " And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Sida 57 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd 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...
Sida 53 - 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.
Sida 38 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Sida 38 - Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies, 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.
Sida 57 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven.
Sida 56 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Sida 62 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.