The Life and Times of Oliver Goldsmith, Tom 1Bickers, 1877 - 472 |
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acquaintance actor admiration afterwards amusing anecdote appeared Arthur Murphy Ballymahon Beauclerc Bishop Percy bookseller Boswell Burke called character cheerful claim club Colman comedy criticism David Garrick described dinner Doctor Goldsmith Doctor Johnson Dodsley doubt Dunciad fame favour fortune garret Garrick genius George Grenville Green Arbour-court Griffiths Grub-street guineas habit hand Hawkins heart honour hope Horace Walpole Hume humour Irish Johnson Joseph Warton kind labour lady laughed less letter literary literature lived London Lord Magazine manner Monthly Review months nature never Newbery Newbery's night Oliver Goldsmith passed Percy play poem poet Polite Learning poor pounds poverty praise present published remark Reynolds Samuel Johnson says scene seems shillings Smollett talk tell theatre thought told Tom Davies Traveller truth turned vanity Vicar of Wakefield Voltaire Walpole William Filby writing written wrote young
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Strona 349 - 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; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Strona 306 - How often have I paused on every charm — The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topp'd the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made...
Strona 129 - Seven years, my lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Strona 129 - I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Strona 457 - 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.
Strona 45 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot, the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Strona 353 - Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Strona 303 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Strona 40 - But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill, Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noon-tide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Strona 46 - Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Contrasted faults through all his manners reign; Though poor, luxurious; though submissive, vain; Though grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet untrue ; And even in penance planning sins anew.