The Life and Adventures of Oliver Goldsmith: A Biography in Four Books, כרך 1Bradbury and Evans, 1848 - 704 עמודים |
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acquaintance admiration afterwards appeared Arthur Murphy Ballymahon Bennet Langton Bishop Percy bookseller bookseller's Boswell Bryanton Burke called character cheerful claims Club Contarine contempt Covent Garden Critical David Garrick distress Doctor Milner's Dodsley Dunciad duodecimo Enquiry essays esteem fame favour fortune garret Garrick genius give Green Arbour Court Griffiths Grub Street guineas happy Hawkins heart Hodson honour hope Horace Walpole humble humour Johnson kind labour lady laugh less letter literary literature live London Lord Magazine matter Milner miserable Monthly Review months nature never Newbery Newbery's Oliver Goldsmith Ovid passed Pembroke Hall Percy perhaps philosopher poem poet Polite Learning poor pounds poverty present profession published Ralph Griffiths reader remark Reynolds Samuel Johnson seems sizar Smollett sorrow talk taste thought tion told translation truth turned Vicar of Wakefield Voltaire Walpole writing written wrote
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עמוד 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.
עמוד 189 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
עמוד 538 - 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.
עמוד 538 - 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.
עמוד 473 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth when every sport could please, How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm...
עמוד 188 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help...
עמוד 470 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
עמוד 583 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining ; Tho' 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.
עמוד 308 - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me.
עמוד 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...