The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by HimselfMacmillan Company ; London, Macmillan & Company, Limited, 1899 - 206 pàgines |
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The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by Himself Oliver Goldsmith Visualització completa - 1899 |
The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by Himself Oliver Goldsmith Visualització completa - 1899 |
The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by Himself Oliver Goldsmith Visualització completa - 1899 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 124 - 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 198 - For just experience tells, in every soil, That those who think must govern those that toil And all that freedom's highest aims can reach, Is but to lay proportion'd loads on each.
Pàgina 31 - 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 thec to thy doom.
Pàgina xxii - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me.
Pàgina 32 - Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Pàgina 76 - GOOD people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wond'rous 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, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Pàgina 95 - I had rather be an under-turnkey in Newgate. I was up early and late : I was brow-beat by the master, hated for my ugly face by the mistress, worried by the boys within, and never permitted to stir out to meet civility abroad.
Pàgina 35 - Could nought of purity display To emulate his mind. " The dew, the blossom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine ; Their charms were his, but woe to me ! Their constancy was mine.
Pàgina 77 - 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 showed the rogues they lied ; The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Pàgina 51 - As I had some opinion of my son's prudence, I was willing enough to intrust him with this commission ; and the next morning I perceived his sisters mighty busy in fitting out Moses for the fair ; trimming 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,...