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Page 7 - Yes, for the author," said Burke. "Some time ago it was the book which was in hand, and the payment was left to the imagination." " These sallies are all very well in their way," said Garrick, "but their brilliance tends to blind us to the real issue of the question that Dr. Goldsmith introduced, which I take it was, Why should not acting be included among the arts? As a matter of course, the question possesses no more than a casual interest to any of the gentlemen present, with the exception of...
Page 194 - ... it, and discover the doctor's monkey face and cloven foot. Your poetic vanity is as unpardonable as your personal. Would man believe it, and will woman bear it, to be told that for hours the great Goldsmith will stand surveying his grotesque orang-outang's figure in a pierglass ? Was but the lovely H k as much enamoured, you would not sigh, my gentle swain, in vain.
Page 411 - That is enough. Leave me ! My heart is broken!" She fell into a chair, and covered her face with her hands. He looked at her for a moment ; then, with a cry of agony, he went out of the room — out of the house. In his heart, as he wandered on to the high road, there was not much of the exaltation of a man who knows that he has overcome an unworthy impulse. CHAPTER XXXH.
Page 384 - ... Jessamy Bride, with whom he had resumed his old relations of friendship. When she visited her sister at Barton she wrote to him in her usual high spirits. Little Comedy also sent him letters full of the fun in which she delighted to indulge with him, and he was never too busy to reply in the same strain. The pleasant circle at Bunbury's country house wished to have him once again in their midst, to join in their pranks, and to submit, as he did with such good will, to their practical jests. He...
Page 107 - ... Is it needful?" In your mind Give truthful answer. And the next Is last and narrowest, "Is it kind?" And if to reach your lips at last It passes through these gateways three, Then you may tell the tale, nor fear What the result of speech may be.2 Three Gates...
Page 3 - we have eaten an excellent dinner, we are a company of intelligent men — although I allow that we should have difficulty in proving that we are so if it became known that we sat down with a Scotchman — and now pray do not mar the self-satisfaction which intelligent men experience after dining, by making assertions based on ignorance and maintained by sophistry.
Page 11 - What a pity it is that honest Goldsmith is so persistent in his attempts to shine," whispered Boswell to Burke. " 'T is a great pity, truly, that a lark should try to make its voice heard in the neighbourhood of a Niagara," said Burke. "Pray, sir, what is a Niagara?" asked Boswell. "A Niagara?" said Burke. "Better ask Dr. Goldsmith; he alluded to it in his latest poem. Dr. Goldsmith, Mr. Boswell wishes to know what a Niagara is.
Page 3 - I doubt if the self-satisfaction of even the most intelligent of men — whom I take to be myself — is interfered with by any demonstration of an inferior intellect on the part of another." Edmund Burke laughed, understanding the meaning of the twinkle in Goldsmith's eye. Sir Joshua Reynolds, having reproduced — with some care — that twinkle, turned the bell of his ear-trumpet with a smile in the direction of Johnson ; but Boawell and Garrick sat with solemn faces.
Page 73 - ... Goldsmith a modern Marius, weeping over the ruin of the Pantheon? " "Nay," cried another voice, "Dr. Goldsmith is contemplating the writing of a history of the attempted reformation of society in the eighteenth century, through the agency of a Greek temple known as the Pantheon on the Oxford road." He turned and stood face to face with two lovely laughing girls and a handsome elder lady, who was pretending to look scandalised. "Ah, my dear Jessamy Bride — and my sweet Little Comedy!