The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: With a Sketch of His Life and WritingsFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1822 - 112 Seiten |
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... Whitefoord 1 , from a friend of the late Dr. Goldsmith . HERE Whitefoord reclines , and deny it who can , Though he merrily lived , he is now a grave2 man : Rare compound of oddity , frolic , and fun ! Who relish'd a joke , and rejoiced ...
... Whitefoord 1 , from a friend of the late Dr. Goldsmith . HERE Whitefoord reclines , and deny it who can , Though he merrily lived , he is now a grave2 man : Rare compound of oddity , frolic , and fun ! Who relish'd a joke , and rejoiced ...
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... Whitefoord , farewell ! for thy sake I admit That a Scot may have humour , I had almost said wit : This debt to thy memory I cannot refuse , " Thou best humour'd man with the worst hu- mour'd muse . " 3 Mr. H. S. Woodfall , printer of ...
... Whitefoord , farewell ! for thy sake I admit That a Scot may have humour , I had almost said wit : This debt to thy memory I cannot refuse , " Thou best humour'd man with the worst hu- mour'd muse . " 3 Mr. H. S. Woodfall , printer of ...
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Amidst bard blank verse bless'd blessings bliss boast bowers breast BULKLEY Burke charms cheerful climes confess'd Covent Garden cried David Garrick dear decay Doctor e'en Epilogue eyes fame fault fire flies follow'd fond forlorn gentle heart Heaven hermit hoard honest honour humble keep a corner labour land learning lord luxury maid mind mirth MISS CATLEY ne'er never night o'er Old Bailey OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain pass'd passion pasty patriot pity plain pleased pleasure poem poet pomp poor praise pride proud raptures reign Reynolds Richard Burke rise round Samuel Johnson scene shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul splendour spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN thee There's thine things thou toil tripe turn Twas venison village wealth weep Whitefoord wish'd wretch