The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleW. Whale, 1827 - 252 pàgines |
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Pàgina vi
... manner , took him into his laboratory ; where he continued till he discovered that his old friend , Dr. Sleigh , was in London . That gentle- nian received him with the warmest affection , and liberally invited him to share his purse ...
... manner , took him into his laboratory ; where he continued till he discovered that his old friend , Dr. Sleigh , was in London . That gentle- nian received him with the warmest affection , and liberally invited him to share his purse ...
Pàgina xii
... manner the freedom of the press is beginning to sow the seeds of its own dis solution ; the great must oppose it from principle , and the weak from fear ; till at last every rank of mankind shall be found to give up its benefits ...
... manner the freedom of the press is beginning to sow the seeds of its own dis solution ; the great must oppose it from principle , and the weak from fear ; till at last every rank of mankind shall be found to give up its benefits ...
Pàgina xviii
... manner which he intended . The poem owed its birth to some preceding circumstances of festive merriment at a literary club , to which the Doctor belonged , and who proposed to write epitaphs on him . He was called on for retaliation ...
... manner which he intended . The poem owed its birth to some preceding circumstances of festive merriment at a literary club , to which the Doctor belonged , and who proposed to write epitaphs on him . He was called on for retaliation ...
Pàgina 23
... manner , though I had but six , I considered them as a very valuable present made to my country , and consequently looked upon it as my debtor . Our eldest son was named George after his uncle , who left us ten THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 23.
... manner , though I had but six , I considered them as a very valuable present made to my country , and consequently looked upon it as my debtor . Our eldest son was named George after his uncle , who left us ten THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 23.
Pàgina 28
... manner of gaming , except backgammon , at which my old friend and I , sometimes took a two- penny hit . Nor can I here pass over an ominous circumstance that happened the last time we played together : I only wanted to fling a quatre ...
... manner of gaming , except backgammon , at which my old friend and I , sometimes took a two- penny hit . Nor can I here pass over an ominous circumstance that happened the last time we played together : I only wanted to fling a quatre ...
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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.