The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleW. Whale, 1827 - 252 pàgines |
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Pàgina 98
... Jenkinson , the old gentleman , his man Abraham , and my horse , old Blockberry , trotted off very well pleased with each other . After a short interval , being left to reflection , I began to recollect that I had done wrong in taking a ...
... Jenkinson , the old gentleman , his man Abraham , and my horse , old Blockberry , trotted off very well pleased with each other . After a short interval , being left to reflection , I began to recollect that I had done wrong in taking a ...
Pàgina 187
... Jenkinson ? " At this de- mand , he only sighed . ' I suppose you must recol- lect , ' resumed I , one Dr. Primrose , from whom you bought a horse . ' · He now at once recollected me , for the gloomi >> ness of the place and the ...
... Jenkinson ? " At this de- mand , he only sighed . ' I suppose you must recol- lect , ' resumed I , one Dr. Primrose , from whom you bought a horse . ' · He now at once recollected me , for the gloomi >> ness of the place and the ...
Pàgina 188
... Jenkinson , I remember you perfectly well ; I bought a horse , but forgot to pay for him . Your neighbour Flamborough is the only prosecutor I am any way afraid of at the next assizes ; for he intends to swear positively against me as a ...
... Jenkinson , I remember you perfectly well ; I bought a horse , but forgot to pay for him . Your neighbour Flamborough is the only prosecutor I am any way afraid of at the next assizes ; for he intends to swear positively against me as a ...
Pàgina 191
... Jenkinson of my design at which he laughed heartily , but communicated it to the rest . The proposal was received with the greatest good humour , as it promised to afford a new fund of en- tertainment , to persons who had now no other ...
... Jenkinson of my design at which he laughed heartily , but communicated it to the rest . The proposal was received with the greatest good humour , as it promised to afford a new fund of en- tertainment , to persons who had now no other ...
Pàgina 193
... Jenkinson begged leave to add his dinner to our's , and partake of the pleasure , as he was kind enough to express it , of my conversation . He had not yet seen my family , for as they came to my apartment by a door in the narrow ...
... Jenkinson begged leave to add his dinner to our's , and partake of the pleasure , as he was kind enough to express it , of my conversation . He had not yet seen my family , for as they came to my apartment by a door in the narrow ...
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acquainted amusement appeared assured baronet Berosus Burchell called catgut CHAP character charming cheerful child comfort continued cried Moses cried my wife daugh daughter dear dressed eldest favour fortune friendship gave gentleman girls give going Goldsmith guilt happy heart Heaven honest honour hope horse Jenkinson knew leave letter live Livy look Madam Manetho manner marriage married miseries Miss Wilmot morning musical glasses neighbour never night observed Ocellus Lucanus OLIVER GOLDSMITH Olivia once opinion pain papa passion perceived perfectly pipe and tabor pleased pleasure poor postilion pounds present prison promise proposal racter raptures received replied resolved rest returned scarce seemed Sir William sister soon Sophia stranger sure tell thee thing Thornhill Thornhill's thou thought tion took town turn VICAR OF WAKEFIELD virtue wretched young lady
Passatges populars
Pàgina 21 - 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 60 - 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 117 - 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 xii - ... the law gives us no protection against the injury, so it should give calumniators no shelter after having provoked correction. The insults which we receive before the public, by being more open are the more distressing; by treating them with silent contempt, we do not pay a sufficient deference to the opinion of the world. By recurring to legal redress we too often expose the weakness of the law, which only serves to increase our mortification by failing to relieve us. In short, every man should...
Pàgina 22 - As we lived near the road, we often had the traveller or stranger visit us to taste our gooseberry wine, for which we had great reputation ; and I profess, with the veracity of an historian, that I never knew one of them find fault with it.
Pàgina 178 - 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 62 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
Pàgina 62 - 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 87 - you are wrong; he should not have known them at all." "Marry, hang the idiot!" returned she, "to bring me such stuff ; if I had them I would throw them in the fire." " There again you are wrong, my dear...
Pàgina 39 - THE place of our retreat was in a little neighbourhood consisting of farmers, who tilled their own grounds, and were equal strangers to opulence and poverty. As they had almost all the conveniences of life within themselves, they seldom visited towns or cities in search of superfluity. Remote from the polite, they still retained the primeval simplicity of manners ; and, frugal by habit, they scarce knew that temperance was a virtue.