The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale, Volum 1T. Carnan and F. Newbery, jun., 1773 - 228 pàgines |
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Pàgina 23
... cried I , relinquish the cause of truth , and let him be an • husband , already driven to the very verge ' of abfurdity . You might as well advise me to give up my fortune as my argu- ' ment . ' Your fortune , ' returned my friend , I ...
... cried I , relinquish the cause of truth , and let him be an • husband , already driven to the very verge ' of abfurdity . You might as well advise me to give up my fortune as my argu- ' ment . ' Your fortune , ' returned my friend , I ...
Pàgina 26
... cried I , that no prudence of ours could have prevented our late misfortune ; but pru- dence may do much in disappointing its effects . We are now poor , my fond lings , and wifdom bids us conform to our humble fituation . Let us then ...
... cried I , that no prudence of ours could have prevented our late misfortune ; but pru- dence may do much in disappointing its effects . We are now poor , my fond lings , and wifdom bids us conform to our humble fituation . Let us then ...
Pàgina 28
... cried I , to Lon- ' don on foot , in the manner Hooker , 6 your great ancestor , travelled there be- ' fore you . Take from me the fame horse that was given him by the good bishop Jewel , this ftaff , and take this book too , it will be ...
... cried I , to Lon- ' don on foot , in the manner Hooker , 6 your great ancestor , travelled there be- ' fore you . Take from me the fame horse that was given him by the good bishop Jewel , this ftaff , and take this book too , it will be ...
Pàgina 29
... cries of the poor , who fol- lowed us for fome miles , contributed to increase it . The first day's journey brought us in fafety within thirty miles of our future retreat , and we put up for the night at an obfcure inn in a village by ...
... cries of the poor , who fol- lowed us for fome miles , contributed to increase it . The first day's journey brought us in fafety within thirty miles of our future retreat , and we put up for the night at an obfcure inn in a village by ...
Pàgina 32
... cried he , happens • ftill more lucky than I hoped for , as I am going the fame way myself , hav- ing been detained here two days by the floods , which , I hope , by to - morrow , will be found paffable . ' I teftified the pleasure 1 ...
... cried he , happens • ftill more lucky than I hoped for , as I am going the fame way myself , hav- ing been detained here two days by the floods , which , I hope , by to - morrow , will be found paffable . ' I teftified the pleasure 1 ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 79 - I condemn ; Taught by that power that pities me, I learn to pity them. But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego, All earth-born cares are wrong ; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Pàgina 182 - AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. 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...
Pàgina 42 - Besides, as it was kept with the utmost neatness, the dishes, plates, and coppers, being well scoured, and all disposed in bright rows on the shelves, the eye was agreeably relieved, and did not want richer...
Pàgina 83 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray : Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. " My father liv'd beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he : And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, He had but only me. " To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber'd suitors came ; Who prais'd me for imputed charms, And felt or feign'da flame.
Pàgina 183 - 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 122 - ... 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, though grown too short, was much too good to be thrown away.
Pàgina 81 - 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 80 - Around, in sympathetic mirth, Its tricks the kitten tries, The cricket chirrups in the hearth, • The crackling fagot flies.
Pàgina 81 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. " And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep : A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Pàgina 85 - Twas Edwin's self that press'd. « Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, ^ ^ Restored to love and thee. « Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign ; And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine? « No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.