Oliver Goldsmith: A BiographyG.P. Putnam, 1849 - 382 pages This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts - the books may have occasional errors that do not impede the reading experience. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. |
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acquaintance amusement anecdote appeared Ballymahon Beauclerc beautiful Bennet Langton bookseller Boswell brother Henry Burke CHAPTER character club Colman comedy conversation Covent Garden Cradock David Garrick dear delight dinner doctor fame feeling fortune Francis Newbery friends furnished Garrick gave genius gentleman give Gold Good-natured Green Arbor guinea heart heedless History honor Horneck humor Ireland Irish Jessamy Bride Johnson jokes kind lady Langton laugh learned letter Lissoy literary London Lord Lord Charlemont manner merits mind nature never Newbery Northumberland House occasion OLIVER GOLDSMITH person picture play poem poet poetical poetry poor Goldsmith pounds purse replied river Inny scenes SHOEMAKER'S HOLIDAY Sir Joshua Reynolds society soon spirit talent talk Temple thing thought tion told took town Traveller uncle Contarine Vicar of Wakefield Village whimsical William Filby writings
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Page xi - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page xi - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 32 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Page 237 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
Page 148 - I was dressed, and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him.
Page xiii - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Page 167 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? 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 171 - Yet, notwithstanding this weight of authority, and the universal practice of former ages, a new species of dramatic composition has been introduced under the name of sentimental comedy, in which the virtues of private life are exhibited, rather than the vices exposed; and the distresses, rather than the faults of mankind, make our interest in the piece.
Page 237 - 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.
Page 356 - 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 bom to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...