The Works of Oliver Goldsmith, Том 4J. Murray, 1854 |
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... passion than that general one which women entertain for the opposite sex ; any other man equally good - natured , open , and simple , would have been equally agreeable with Voltaire ; she therefore felt no pain in the thoughts of ...
... passion than that general one which women entertain for the opposite sex ; any other man equally good - natured , open , and simple , would have been equally agreeable with Voltaire ; she therefore felt no pain in the thoughts of ...
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... passion , could be adapted even to the stage of a people who made love one of their most serious employments . This play was acted in the beginning of the year 1718 : the public received it with the utmost indulgence ; it was played ...
... passion , could be adapted even to the stage of a people who made love one of their most serious employments . This play was acted in the beginning of the year 1718 : the public received it with the utmost indulgence ; it was played ...
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... passion of a much more masterly nature . His visits became more frequent , his behaviour more submissive , and the philosopher was lost in the gallant . Madame du Chatelet , whose soul knew no other passion but that of science , at ...
... passion of a much more masterly nature . His visits became more frequent , his behaviour more submissive , and the philosopher was lost in the gallant . Madame du Chatelet , whose soul knew no other passion but that of science , at ...
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... passion between Voltaire and Madame du Chatelet was now become a subject of conversation all over Paris . His inconstancy was well known , and it was thought something strange that his attachment to one mistress should have so long a ...
... passion between Voltaire and Madame du Chatelet was now become a subject of conversation all over Paris . His inconstancy was well known , and it was thought something strange that his attachment to one mistress should have so long a ...
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... passion which only tended to obstruct his advancement in more exalted pursuits . His mind , which at that time was pretty well balanced between pleasure and philosophy , quickly began to incline to the latter . He now thirsted after a ...
... passion which only tended to obstruct his advancement in more exalted pursuits . His mind , which at that time was pretty well balanced between pleasure and philosophy , quickly began to incline to the latter . He now thirsted after a ...
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Сторінка 234 - CHRISTMAS EVE, and twelve of the clock. " Now they are all on their knees," An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us there To doubt they were kneeling then. So fair a fancy few would weave in these years ! Yet, I feel, If someone said on Christmas Eve, " Come ; see the oxen kneel " In the lonely barton by yonder coomb Our childhood used to know," I should go with him...
Сторінка 313 - To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Сторінка 32 - I could no more write a romance than an epic poem. I could not sit seriously down to write a serious romance under any other motive than to save my life; and if it were indispensable for me to keep it up and never relax into laughing at myself or at other people, I am sure I should be hung before I had finished the first chapter.
Сторінка 222 - Of all men, Goldsmith is the most unfit to go out upon such an inquiry ; for he is utterly ignorant of such arts as we already possess, and consequently could not know what would be accessions to our present stock of mechanical knowledge. Sir, he would bring home a grinding barrow, which you see in every street in London, and think that he had furnished a wonderful improvement.
Сторінка 224 - Take up the White Man's burden — Send forth the best ye breed — Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild — Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half devil and half child. Take up the White Man's Burden...
Сторінка 404 - Padareen mare there one season than given in rewards to learned men since the time of Usher. All their productions in learning amount to perhaps a translation, or a few tracts in divinity, and all their productions in wit to just nothing at all. Why the plague, then, so fond of Ireland? Then, all at once, because you, my dear friend, and a few more who are exceptions to the general picture, have a residence there. This it is that gives me all the pangs I feel in separation. I confess I carry this...
Сторінка 179 - Signed, sealed, published, and declared, by the said testator, as and for his last will and testament, in the presence of OLIVER PRICE.
Сторінка 88 - How such a one was strong, and such was bold, And such was fortunate, yet, each of old Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
Сторінка 216 - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Сторінка 158 - WHY should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire? What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what could she have done, being what she is ? Was there another Troy for her...