The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, Volume 2Richardson, 1821 |
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... Mrs Hardcastle Miss Hardcastle Miss Neville Maid • · • MEN . MR GARDNer . · • MR LEWIS . WOMEN . MR SHUTER . • MR DUBELLAMY . · MR QUICK . MR SAUNDERS . · MRS GREEN . MRS BULKLEY . MRS KNIVETON . MISS WILLEMS . Landlord , Servants , & c ...
... Mrs Hardcastle Miss Hardcastle Miss Neville Maid • · • MEN . MR GARDNer . · • MR LEWIS . WOMEN . MR SHUTER . • MR DUBELLAMY . · MR QUICK . MR SAUNDERS . · MRS GREEN . MRS BULKLEY . MRS KNIVETON . MISS WILLEMS . Landlord , Servants , & c ...
Page 249
... Miss HARDCASTLE , alone . [ Exit . Lud , this news of papa's puts me all in a flutter . Young , handsome ; these he put last ; but I put them foremost . Sensible , good ... Miss NEVILLE . Miss HARDCASTLE . The son SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER . 249.
... Miss HARDCASTLE , alone . [ Exit . Lud , this news of papa's puts me all in a flutter . Young , handsome ; these he put last ; but I put them foremost . Sensible , good ... Miss NEVILLE . Miss HARDCASTLE . The son SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER . 249.
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Oliver Goldsmith. Indeed ! Miss NEVILLE . Miss HARDCASTLE . The son of Sir Charles Marlow . Miss NEVILLE . As I live , the most intimate friend of Mr Hast- ings , my admirer . They are never asunder . I believe you must have seen him ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Indeed ! Miss NEVILLE . Miss HARDCASTLE . The son of Sir Charles Marlow . Miss NEVILLE . As I live , the most intimate friend of Mr Hast- ings , my admirer . They are never asunder . I believe you must have seen him ...
Page 251
... Miss NEVILLE . A fortune like mine , which chiefly consists in jewels , is no such mighty temptation . But at any ... Miss HARDCASTLE . My good brother holds out stoutly . I could al- most love him for hating you so . Miss NEVILLE . It ...
... Miss NEVILLE . A fortune like mine , which chiefly consists in jewels , is no such mighty temptation . But at any ... Miss HARDCASTLE . My good brother holds out stoutly . I could al- most love him for hating you so . Miss NEVILLE . It ...
Page 267
... Miss Neville loves you , the family don't know you ; as my friend you are sure of a reception , and let honour do the rest . HASTINGS . My dear Marlow ! But I'll suppress the emo- tion . Were I a wretch , meanly seeking to SHE STOOPS TO ...
... Miss Neville loves you , the family don't know you ; as my friend you are sure of a reception , and let honour do the rest . HASTINGS . My dear Marlow ! But I'll suppress the emo- tion . Were I a wretch , meanly seeking to SHE STOOPS TO ...
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BAILIFF bar-maid battle of Belgrade believe blest BULKLEY Charles Marlow charms COVENT GARDEN CROAKER David Garrick dear DIGGORY DR GOLDSMITH e'en Ecod Enter Miss Epilogue Exeunt Exit eyes father favour fear fool fortune friendship GARNET gentleman give good-natur'd hand happiness HASTINGS hear heart Heaven honour hope humour impudence JARVIS keep labour lady laugh learning leave LEONTINE letter LOFTY look Lord MAC FLECKNOE Madam maid manner MARLOW married mean merit mind Miss CATLEY Miss HARDCASTLE Miss NEVILLE Miss RICHLAND modest natural history never night OLIVER GOLDSMITH OLIVIA on't pardon passion perhaps pleasure poem poet poor Pray pretty pride pruin quadrupeds scarce SERVANT shew Sir CHARLES Sir William Honeywood smile STOOPS TO CONQUER suppose sure talk tell there's thing thou thought tion TONY write young Zounds
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Page 47 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 89 - 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, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Page 50 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Page 88 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Page 48 - And sleights of art and feats of strength went round. And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Page 55 - Where then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride ? If to some common's fenceless limits...
Page 48 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green; One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 23 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...
Page 53 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Page 50 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school. The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.