The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M.B.: With a Sketch of His Life and WritingsFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1822 - 112 sider |
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... Covent Garden Theatre . This piece was considered as a farce by some writers ; even if so , it must be ranked among the farces of a man of genius . One of the most ludicrous circumstances it contains , which is that of the robbery , is ...
... Covent Garden Theatre . This piece was considered as a farce by some writers ; even if so , it must be ranked among the farces of a man of genius . One of the most ludicrous circumstances it contains , which is that of the robbery , is ...
Side 93
... COVENT - GARDEN . SAY , cruel Iris , pretty rake , Dear mercenary beauty , What annual offering shall I make Expressive of my duty ? My heart , a victim to thine eyes , Should I at once deliver , Say , would the angry fair one prize The ...
... COVENT - GARDEN . SAY , cruel Iris , pretty rake , Dear mercenary beauty , What annual offering shall I make Expressive of my duty ? My heart , a victim to thine eyes , Should I at once deliver , Say , would the angry fair one prize The ...
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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