The vicar of WakefieldF. Pitman, 1823 - 160 pages |
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... Burchell , our new companion , walked along the foot - path by the road - side , observing , with a smile , that as we were ill mounted , he would be too generous to attempt leaving us behind . As the floods were not yet subsided , we ...
... Burchell , our new companion , walked along the foot - path by the road - side , observing , with a smile , that as we were ill mounted , he would be too generous to attempt leaving us behind . As the floods were not yet subsided , we ...
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... Burchell : at least , he carried benevolence to an excess when young ;, for his passions were then strong , and as they all were upon the side of virtue , they led it up to a romantic extreme . He early began to aim at the ...
... Burchell : at least , he carried benevolence to an excess when young ;, for his passions were then strong , and as they all were upon the side of virtue , they led it up to a romantic extreme . He early began to aim at the ...
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... Burchell was going to a different part of the country , he took leave ; and we pursued our journey , my wife observing , as we went , that she liked him ex- tremely , and protesting , that if he had birth and fortune to entitle him to ...
... Burchell was going to a different part of the country , he took leave ; and we pursued our journey , my wife observing , as we went , that she liked him ex- tremely , and protesting , that if he had birth and fortune to entitle him to ...
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... Burchell entered the house , and was welcomed by the family , who shook him heartily by the hand , while little Dick officiously reached him a chair . I was pleased with the poor man's friendship for two reasons : because I knew that he ...
... Burchell entered the house , and was welcomed by the family , who shook him heartily by the hand , while little Dick officiously reached him a chair . I was pleased with the poor man's friendship for two reasons : because I knew that he ...
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... Burchell my part , if my sisters will take me to theirs . Well done , my good children , ' cried I , hospitality is one of the first Christian duties . The beast retires to his shelter , and the bird flies to its nest ; but helpless man ...
... Burchell my part , if my sisters will take me to theirs . Well done , my good children , ' cried I , hospitality is one of the first Christian duties . The beast retires to his shelter , and the bird flies to its nest ; but helpless man ...
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Page 113 - ... could be bought that would turn to account when disposed of again in London. Such curiosities on the way as could be seen for nothing, he was ready enough to look at ; but if the sight of them was to be paid for, he usually asserted that he had been told they were not worth seeing. He never paid a bill that he would not observe, how amazingly expensive travelling was; and all this, though he was not yet twenty-one.
Page 80 - 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 he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found...
Page x - We had no revolutions to fear, nor fatigues to undergo ; all our adventures were by the fire-side, and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown.
Page 32 - 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.
Page 81 - 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.
Page 33 - 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.
Page 55 - Between ourselves, three pounds, five shillings and twopence is no bad day's work. Come, let us have it then." "I have brought back no money," cried Moses again. "I have laid it all out in a bargain, and here it is...
Page 35 - Each hour a mercenary crowd With richest proffers strove ; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, But never talk'd of love. " In humble, simplest habit clad, No wealth nor power had he ; Wisdom and worth were all he had, But these were all to me.
Page 34 - 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?
Page 36 - Till quite dejected with my scorn He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died.