The Life and Times of Oliver Goldsmith, Volum 2Bickerson and son, 1877 - 472 pàgines |
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
actor admiration afterwards amusing anecdote Animated Nature appeared Beauclerc believe Bishop booksellers Boswell Boswell's brother Burke called character Charles Fox club Colman comedy copy Cradock Davies dear death described Deserted Village dined dinner Doctor Goldsmith Doctor Johnson doubt edition Edmund Burke epitaph favourite Francis Newbery Garrick Garrick Correspondence genius gentleman George Steevens Gold hand History honour Horace Walpole Horneck Hume humour Irish Johnson Joseph Warton Junius Kelly labour lady Langton laugh letter literary lived London Lord Lord Bute Lord Charlemont Lord Shelburne mind never Newbery night occasion Oliver Goldsmith party passed Percy Memoir perhaps person play poem poet poor Goldsmith quote remark Reynolds says scene seems Sir Joshua Stoops to Conquer talk tell theatre thing thought Thrale tion told Tom Davies truth writing written wrote
Passatges populars
Pàgina 303 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
Pàgina 114 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Pàgina 205 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash , the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue...
Pàgina 203 - Could not all Reprieve the tottering mansion from its fall! Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart An hour's importance to the poor man's heart; Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care...
Pàgina 203 - Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...
Pàgina 203 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Pàgina 210 - And thou, sweet 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!
Pàgina 207 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Pàgina 277 - 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 cut blocks with a razor.
Pàgina 260 - His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd Of virtues and feelings, that folly grows proud; And coxcombs, alike in their failings alone, Adopting his portraits, are pleased with their own : Say, where has our poet this malady caught, Or, wherefore his characters thus without fault?