The life and adventures of Oliver GoldsmithBradbury & Evans, 1848 - 704 pàgines |
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The Life and Adventures of Oliver Goldsmith: A Biography in Four Books, Volum 3 John Forster Visualització completa - 1818 |
The Life and Adventures of Oliver Goldsmith: A Biography in Four Books John Forster Previsualització no disponible - 2014 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
acquaintance admiration afterwards amusing appeared Arthur Murphy Ballymahon Beauclerc Bennet Langton Bishop Percy bookseller Boswell brother Bryanton Burke called character cheerful claims Club Colman comedy Covent Garden criticism dear dinner Doctor Goldsmith doubt Dunciad Edgeworthstown Edmund Burke fame fortune garret Garrick genius Gerrard Street give Green Arbour Court Griffiths guineas habit hand happy Hawkins heart History honour hope Horace Walpole humble humour Irish Johnson kind labour lady Langton laughed less letter literary literature lived London Lord Lord Charlemont Magazine manner months nature never Newbery Newbery's night Oliver Goldsmith passed Percy perhaps play poem poet Polite Learning poor pounds poverty present published remark Reynolds Samuel Johnson says seems sizar Smollett Street talk tell Temple theatre things thought tion told truth turned Vicar of Wakefield Voltaire Walpole writing written wrote young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 188 - 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.
Pàgina 543 - 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.
Pàgina 473 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven...
Pàgina 540 - 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.
Pàgina 472 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Pàgina 585 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; 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...
Pàgina 54 - 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.
Pàgina 65 - 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...
Pàgina 543 - 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?
Pàgina 541 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair, To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his pond'rous strength, and lean to hear...