Conquest of Granada. Oliver Goldsmith

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G.P. Putnam's sons, 1881

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Էջ 227 - at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose ; I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amid the swains to show my book-learn'd skill. Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all 1 saw ; And as a hare, whom hounds and
Էջ 230 - The whitewash'd wall, the nicely-sanded floor. The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door: The chest, contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.' " Captain Hogan, I have heard, found great difficulty in
Էջ 229 - declares, in one of his letters, he had rather sit with a book in hand than mingle in the proudest assemblies. And, above all, startlingly true, beneath my feet was ' Yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, , And still where many a garden-flower grows wild.' " A painting from the life could not be more exact.
Էջ 343 - describe him who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man ; As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine ; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart. The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his
Էջ 201 - he had not been able to practise: " At church with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway. And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With steady zeal, each honest rustic ran ; Even children follow'd, with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to
Էջ 343 - ten times a day: Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them back Of praise a mere glutton, he
Էջ 56 - artificial pride. Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amid the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore. While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile. Sees an amphibious world before him smile The slow canal, the yellow blossom'd vale, The willow-tufted bank, the gliding

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