Oliver Goldsmith, a BiographyMacmillan, 1903 - 303 strani |
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... self - the sketch or short story - to avoid falling into the school or manner of any other writer . † A period of de- † Ibid . , II . , 64 . * Life and Letters , I. , 318 . 99 pression nevertheless followed ; he felt " isolated in.
... self - the sketch or short story - to avoid falling into the school or manner of any other writer . † A period of de- † Ibid . , II . , 64 . * Life and Letters , I. , 318 . 99 pression nevertheless followed ; he felt " isolated in.
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... manners , national prejudices , and the like and waited , until shifting politics turned his thoughts toward the castles in Spain . In the fall of 1825 Alexander Everett , whom Irving had met in Paris during the summer of that year ...
... manners , national prejudices , and the like and waited , until shifting politics turned his thoughts toward the castles in Spain . In the fall of 1825 Alexander Everett , whom Irving had met in Paris during the summer of that year ...
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... manner in which I have had to do this amidst the pressure of other claims on my attention , and with the press dog- ging at my heels , has prevented me from giving some parts of the subject the thorough handling I could have wished 3.
... manner in which I have had to do this amidst the pressure of other claims on my attention , and with the press dog- ging at my heels , has prevented me from giving some parts of the subject the thorough handling I could have wished 3.
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... manners , and a vein of quiet and peculiar humor , ren- dered him a general favorite , and a trifling incident soon induced his uncle's family to concur in his mother's opin- ion of his genius . A number of young folks had assembled at ...
... manners , and a vein of quiet and peculiar humor , ren- dered him a general favorite , and a trifling incident soon induced his uncle's family to concur in his mother's opin- ion of his genius . A number of young folks had assembled at ...
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... manners , but here he was at ease in his inn , " and felt called upon to show his manhood and enact the experienced traveller . His person was by no means calculated to play off his pretensions , for he was short and thick , with a pock ...
... manners , but here he was at ease in his inn , " and felt called upon to show his manhood and enact the experienced traveller . His person was by no means calculated to play off his pretensions , for he was short and thick , with a pock ...
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Stran 9 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Stran 111 - 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. 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.
Stran 176 - 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.
Stran 8 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain.
Stran 266 - 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...
Stran 207 - Mr. Mickle, the translator of The Lusiad, and I went to visit him at this place a few days afterwards. He was not at home ; but having a curiosity to see his apartment, we went in and found curious scraps of descriptions of animals, scrawled upon the wall with a black lead pencil.
Stran 111 - The wretch, condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Stran 24 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Stran 177 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate: But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay, While Resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.
Stran 125 - She complied in a manner so exquisitely pathetic as moved me. When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can sooth 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.