Vicar of Wakefield, Količina 1Stock, 1766 |
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Stran 33
... still retained a primæval fimplicity of man- ners , and frugal by long habit , scarce knew that temperance was a virtue . They wrought with chearfulness on days of la- bour ; but obferved feftivals as intervals of idleness and pleasure ...
... still retained a primæval fimplicity of man- ners , and frugal by long habit , scarce knew that temperance was a virtue . They wrought with chearfulness on days of la- bour ; but obferved feftivals as intervals of idleness and pleasure ...
Stran 37
... still found them fecretly attached to all their former finery : they ftill loved laces , ribbands , bugles and catgut ; my wife her- self retained a paffion for her crimson pa- duafoy , because I formerly happened to say it became her ...
... still found them fecretly attached to all their former finery : they ftill loved laces , ribbands , bugles and catgut ; my wife her- self retained a paffion for her crimson pa- duafoy , because I formerly happened to say it became her ...
Stran 40
... ones , and what was still more fa- tisfactory , the gowns feemed improved by being thus curtailed . CHAP . 0088 0000 00000009 0002 0900 QAÜD DADA 2000 0000 6000 40 The VICAR of WAKEFIELD . that very inftant, to change their dress; ...
... ones , and what was still more fa- tisfactory , the gowns feemed improved by being thus curtailed . CHAP . 0088 0000 00000009 0002 0900 QAÜD DADA 2000 0000 6000 40 The VICAR of WAKEFIELD . that very inftant, to change their dress; ...
Stran 70
... thee to thy doom . " Here to the houseless child of want , " C My door is open still ; " And tho ' my portion is but fcant , " I give it with good will . Then " Then turn to - night , and freely share 70 The VICAR of WAKEFIELD .
... thee to thy doom . " Here to the houseless child of want , " C My door is open still ; " And tho ' my portion is but fcant , " I give it with good will . Then " Then turn to - night , and freely share 70 The VICAR of WAKEFIELD .
Stran 73
... still than they . " And what is friendship but a name , " A charm that lulls to fleep ; " A fhade that follows wealth or fame , " But leaves the wretch to weep ? E And " And love is ftill an emptier found , " The VICAR of WAKEFIEld . 73.
... still than they . " And what is friendship but a name , " A charm that lulls to fleep ; " A fhade that follows wealth or fame , " But leaves the wretch to weep ? E And " And love is ftill an emptier found , " The VICAR of WAKEFIEld . 73.
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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?