The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithHooker, 1841 - 118 pages |
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... eating : I had thoughts , in my chambers to place it in view , To be shown to my friends as a piece of virtu ; As in some Irish houses , where things are so - so , One gammon of bacon hangs up for a show ; But , for eating a rasher of ...
... eating : I had thoughts , in my chambers to place it in view , To be shown to my friends as a piece of virtu ; As in some Irish houses , where things are so - so , One gammon of bacon hangs up for a show ; But , for eating a rasher of ...
Page 50
... eat it , just as he lik'd best . Of the neck and the breast I had next to dis- pose ; ' Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's ; But in parting with these I was puzzled again , With the how , and the who , and the where ...
... eat it , just as he lik'd best . Of the neck and the breast I had next to dis- pose ; ' Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's ; But in parting with these I was puzzled again , With the how , and the who , and the where ...
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Oliver Goldsmith. But hang it to poets who seldom can eat , Your very good mutton's a very good treat ; Such dainties to ... eating ! Your own I suppose - or is it in waiting ? ' ' Why whose should it be ? ' cried I , with a flounce : ' I ...
Oliver Goldsmith. But hang it to poets who seldom can eat , Your very good mutton's a very good treat ; Such dainties to ... eating ! Your own I suppose - or is it in waiting ? ' ' Why whose should it be ? ' cried I , with a flounce : ' I ...
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... eat of your tripe till I'm ready to burst . ' ' There tripe , ' quoth the Jew , with his choco- late cheek , ' I ... eats nothing at all , ' " O ho ! ' quoth my friend , ' he'll come on in a trice , He's keeping a corner for something ...
... eat of your tripe till I'm ready to burst . ' ' There tripe , ' quoth the Jew , with his choco- late cheek , ' I ... eats nothing at all , ' " O ho ! ' quoth my friend , ' he'll come on in a trice , He's keeping a corner for something ...
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... eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honest William , * whose heart was a mint , While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil of impulse , it forc'd him along , His conduct still right , with ...
... eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honest William , * whose heart was a mint , While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil of impulse , it forc'd him along , His conduct still right , with ...
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Page 36 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd 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; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 67 - 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 born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 32 - 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 61 - 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.
Page 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Page 53 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Page 61 - 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 rigid 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.
Page 29 - 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, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old...
Page 13 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Page 41 - Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...