Date: 1762
"Therefore, I have no one notion, / That is not form'd, like the designing / Of the peristaltick motion; / Vermicular; twisting and twining; / Going to work / Just like a bottle-skrew upon a cork."
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Date: 1766
"His mind had leaned upon their adulation, and that support taken away, he could find no pleasure in the applause of his heart, which he had never learnt to reverence."
preview | full record— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)
Date: 1766
"The blossom opening to the day, / The dews of heaven refin'd, / Could nought of purity display, / To emulate his mind."
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Date: 1766
"We talked of the pleasures of temperance, and of the sun-shine in the mind unpolluted with guilt."
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Date: 1766
"The tumult in her mind seemed not yet abated; she said twenty giddy things that looked like joy, and then laughed out loud at her own want of meaning."
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Date: 1766
"I found all my passions alarmed at this new degrading proposal; for though the mind may often be calm under great injuries, little villainy can at any time get within the soul, and sting it into rage."
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Date: 1777
"The consciousness of what I mean by this letter to reveal, hangs like guilt upon my mind; therefore it is that I have so long delayed writing."
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Date: 1777
"Savillon's family, indeed, was not so noble as his mind; my father warmly acknowledged the excellence of the last; but he had been taught, from earliest infancy, to consider a misfortune the want of the former."
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Date: 1777
"Images of vengeance and destruction paint themselves to my mind, when I think of his discovering that weakness which I cannot hide from myself."
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Date: 1777
"Your mind, child, (continued my mother) is too tender; I fear it is, for this bad world."
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