 Not at all, Sir ; there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself; I could hear it for ever. Indeed I have often been surprised how a man of sentiment could ever admire those light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart.  The Modern British Drama: Comedies - Page 547edited by - 1811Full view - About this book
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1908 - 234 pages
...' could ever admire those light, airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marlow. It 's — a disease — of the mind, madam. In the variety of...tastes there must be some who, wanting a relish — for — um — a — um — Miss Hardcastle. I understand you, sir. There must be some who, wanting a relish... | |
 | John Dryden, Richard Brinsley Sheridan, Oliver Goldsmith, Robert Browning, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Baron George Gordon Byron - 1909 - 466 pages
...there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself ; I could hear it for ever. Indeed, I have often been surprised how a man of sentiment could...tastes there must be some who, wanting a relish — for — um — a — um. Miss HARD. I understand you, sir. There must be some, who, wanting a relish for... | |
 | 1909 - 462 pages
...sir; there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself; I could hear it for ever. Indeed, I have often been surprised how a man of sentiment could...airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. MAR. It's—a disease—of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who, wanting a relish—for—... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1909 - 570 pages
...; there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself ; I could hear it for ever. Indeed I have often been surprised how a man of sentiment could...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marl. It's a disease of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who wanting a... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1909 - 566 pages
...sentiment could ever admire those light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marl. It'# a disease of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who wanting a relish for um — a — um. Miss Hard. I understand you, Sir. There must be some, who, wanting a relish for refined... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, George Ostler - 1909 - 568 pages
...there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself ; I could hear it for I ever. Indeed I have often been surprised how a man of / sentiment could ever admire those light airy pleasures, I where nothing reaches the heart. I Marl. It's a disease of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1909 - 202 pages
...as grave conversation myself ; I cpujd hear it for ever. Indeed, I have often been surprised now"a man of sentiment could ever admire those light, airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marl. It's — a disease — of the mind, madam. In the •' * ;. ' variety of tastes there must ,... | |
 | A. Barter - 1910 - 366 pages
...there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself : I could hear it for ever. Indeed, I have often been surprised how a man of sentiment could...tastes, there must be some who, wanting a relish for — um — a — um. Miss H. I understand you, sir. There must be some, who, wanting a relish for refined... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1912 - 124 pages
...; there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself ; I could hear it for ever. Indeed I have often been surprised how a man of sentiment could...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marl. It's a disease of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who wanting a... | |
 | Frederick Tupper - 1914 - 490 pages
...of sentiment could ever admire those light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marlowe. It's— a disease — of the mind, madam. In the variety...tastes there must be some who, wanting a relish for — um-a-um. Miss Hard. I understand you, sir. There must be some, who, wanting a relish for refined... | |
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