The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleP. Didot, the elder, 1799 - 199 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... , the girl was , by her directions , called Sophia : so that we had two romantick names in the family ; but I solemnly pro test I had no hand in it . Moses was our next ; and 1 after an interval of twelve years , we had two OF WAKEFIELD .
... , the girl was , by her directions , called Sophia : so that we had two romantick names in the family ; but I solemnly pro test I had no hand in it . Moses was our next ; and 1 after an interval of twelve years , we had two OF WAKEFIELD .
Pàgina 4
... Sophia to secure one . Olivia was often affected from too great a desire to please ; Sophia even represt excellence from her fears to offend . The one entertained me with her vivacity , when I was gay ; the other with her sense , when I ...
... Sophia to secure one . Olivia was often affected from too great a desire to please ; Sophia even represt excellence from her fears to offend . The one entertained me with her vivacity , when I was gay ; the other with her sense , when I ...
Pàgina 23
... Sophia internally despised , as much as Oli = via secretly admired him . = « Whatever may be your opinions of him , my children » , cried I , « to confess a truth , he has not prepossest me in his favour . Dispro- portioned friendships ...
... Sophia internally despised , as much as Oli = via secretly admired him . = « Whatever may be your opinions of him , my children » , cried I , « to confess a truth , he has not prepossest me in his favour . Dispro- portioned friendships ...
Pàgina 24
... Sophia , and that run you down fairly in the argument » . = « Confute me in argument , child » > ! cried I. « You mistake there , my dear . I believe there are but few that can do that : I never dispute your abilities at making a goose ...
... Sophia , and that run you down fairly in the argument » . = « Confute me in argument , child » > ! cried I. « You mistake there , my dear . I believe there are but few that can do that : I never dispute your abilities at making a goose ...
Pàgina 26
... Sophia in her part of the task . When he had finished his own , he would join in hers , and enter into a close conversation : but I had too good an opi- nion of Sophia's understanding , and was too well con = vinced of her ambition , to ...
... Sophia in her part of the task . When he had finished his own , he would join in hers , and enter into a close conversation : but I had too good an opi- nion of Sophia's understanding , and was too well con = vinced of her ambition , to ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
amusement appeared assured Baronet Berosus Burchell called catgut CHAP cheerful child comfort continued cried my wife daugh daughter dear displeased drest eldest encrease Fair Penitent Flamborough fortune friendship gaoler gave gentleman girls give going gooseberry guilt happy heart heaven honest honour hope horse interrupted Jenkinson kinson knew letter live Livy look Madam Manetho manner marriage married miseries Miss Wilmot morning musical glasses neighbour never night observed Ocellus Lucanus Olivia once pain papa pardon passion perceived perfectly pleased pleasure poor postilion pounds present prison promise racter rapture received replied resolved rest returned rich round Saracens scarce seemed shew Sir William sister soon Sophia stept stranger sure tell thee thing Thornhill Thornhill's thou tion town tural turn virtue Wakefield wretched young lady
Passatges populars
Pàgina 134 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Pàgina 34 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Pàgina 82 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel...
Pàgina 83 - Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad . When he put on his clothes And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Pàgina 1 - I WAS ever of opinion, that the honest man who married, and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
Pàgina 55 - ... his hair, brushing his buckles, and cocking his hat with pins. The business of the toilet being over, we had at last the satisfaction of seeing him mounted upon the colt, with a deal box before him to bring home groceries in. He had on a coat made of that cloth they call thunder and lightning, which, though grown too short, was much too good to be thrown away.
Pàgina 83 - The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye ; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied, The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Pàgina 36 - The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest : " And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove?
Pàgina 58 - You need be under no uneasiness," cried I, "about selling the rims, for they are not worth sixpence, for I perceive they are only copper varnished over.