Vicar of Wakefield, Količina 1Stock, 1766 |
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... shall ne- " ver make me a rafcal , or induce me " to difavow my principles . I'll go this " moment and inform the company of my circumftaces ; and as for the argu- 35 ment " ment , I even here retract my former con- The VICAR of ...
... shall ne- " ver make me a rafcal , or induce me " to difavow my principles . I'll go this " moment and inform the company of my circumftaces ; and as for the argu- 35 ment " ment , I even here retract my former con- The VICAR of ...
Stran 63
... - " tleman with his fortune and infidelity ; " for depend on't , if he be what I fufpect << him , no free - thinker shall ever have a " child of mine . " Sure , " Sure , father , " cried Mofes , " The VICAR of WAKEFIELD . 63.
... - " tleman with his fortune and infidelity ; " for depend on't , if he be what I fufpect << him , no free - thinker shall ever have a " child of mine . " Sure , " Sure , father , " cried Mofes , " The VICAR of WAKEFIELD . 63.
Stran 76
... " But mine the forrow , mine the fault , " And well my life shall pay ; " I'll feek the folitude he fought , " And stretch me where he lay . And " And there forlorn defpairing hid , " I'll lay 76 The VICAR of WAKEFIELD .
... " But mine the forrow , mine the fault , " And well my life shall pay ; " I'll feek the folitude he fought , " And stretch me where he lay . And " And there forlorn defpairing hid , " I'll lay 76 The VICAR of WAKEFIELD .
Stran 77
... and love fo true ; " The figh that rends thy constant heart , " Shall break thy Edwin's too . " E 3 This While this ballad was reading , Sophia feemed to mix While The VICAR of WAKEFIELD . 77 "And there forlorn defpairing hid, ...
... and love fo true ; " The figh that rends thy constant heart , " Shall break thy Edwin's too . " E 3 This While this ballad was reading , Sophia feemed to mix While The VICAR of WAKEFIELD . 77 "And there forlorn defpairing hid, ...
Stran 94
... shall have a great deal of good compa- 66 66 66 << ny at our church to - morrow . " - " Perhaps we may , my dear , " returned I ; though you need be under no uneafiness about that , you shall have a fermon whether there " be or not ...
... shall have a great deal of good compa- 66 66 66 << ny at our church to - morrow . " - " Perhaps we may , my dear , " returned I ; though you need be under no uneafiness about that , you shall have a fermon whether there " be or not ...
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Stran xxiii - GOLDSMITH (Oliver) The Vicar of Wakefield: a tale, supposed to be written by himself.
Stran ix - I was dressed and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him.
Stran 76 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Stran 70 - 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.
Stran ix - ... by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit ; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Stran 174 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
Stran 71 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter 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.
Stran 71 - 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.
Stran 173 - 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.
Stran 73 - 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?