goldsmith

The book I mean is called The Vicar of Wakefield, and it was written by Oliver Goldsmith.

When I began to have literary likings of my own, and to love certain books above others, the first authors of my heart were Goldsmith, Cervantes, and Irving.

Yes, I made various acquaintances in the hamlet and a thing that gratified me a good deal was to find our new coins in circulation -- lots of milrays, lots of mills, lots of cents, a good many nickels, and some silver; all this among the artisans and commonalty generally; yes, and even some gold -- but that was at the bank, that is to say, the goldsmith's.

Give the goldsmith his due, he told his story with a great deal of justice and moderation, and the fellow that had come over, and seized upon me, told his with as much heat and foolish passion, which did me good still, rather than harm.

The bird flew away and alighted on the house of a goldsmith and began to sing:

The marquise remained silent for a few moments, and then said calmly, "Let my goldsmith be sent for."

Look at that popular work Goldsmith's Animated Nature.

You know he is like the schoolmaster in Goldsmith's "Deserted Village"--"e'en though vanquished, he would argue still." He and mother went to look at some seventeen families (they had got the addresses somewhere), while I retired to my sofa, and would have nothing to do with it.

But it is a cold lifeless business when you go to the shops to buy me something which does not represent your life and talent, but a goldsmith's.

I had read Goldsmith's History of Rome, and had formed my opinion of Nero, Caligula, &c.

Two of the science's most illustrious expounders were Buffon and Oliver Goldsmith, from both of whom we learn ( L'Histoire generale des animaux and A History of Animated Nature ) that the domestic cow sheds its horn every two years.

"The queen became exceedingly red, and replied that having in the evening broken one of those studs, she had sent it to her goldsmith to be repaired."