The vicar of WakefieldF. Pitman, 1823 - 160 pages |
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... Miss Arabella Wilmot was al lowed by all ( except my two daughters ) to be com . pletely pretty . Her youth , health , and innocence , were still heightened by a complexion so trans- parent , and such a happy sensibility of look , as ...
... Miss Arabella Wilmot was al lowed by all ( except my two daughters ) to be com . pletely pretty . Her youth , health , and innocence , were still heightened by a complexion so trans- parent , and such a happy sensibility of look , as ...
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... Miss Wrinklers should marry great fortunes , and her children get none . As this last argument was directed to me , I protested I could see no reason for it neither ; nor why Mrs. Simpkins got the ten thousand pounds prize in the ...
... Miss Wrinklers should marry great fortunes , and her children get none . As this last argument was directed to me , I protested I could see no reason for it neither ; nor why Mrs. Simpkins got the ten thousand pounds prize in the ...
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... Miss Wilmot , my son George's former mistress , this a good deal damped the heartiness of his reception : but accident , in some measure , relieved our embarrassment ; for one of the company happening to mention her name , Mr. Thornhill ...
... Miss Wilmot , my son George's former mistress , this a good deal damped the heartiness of his reception : but accident , in some measure , relieved our embarrassment ; for one of the company happening to mention her name , Mr. Thornhill ...
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... Miss Sophia , with no lawn about her , on the other , which would you be for ? ' For both , to be sure , ' cried the chaplain . Right , Frank , ' cried the squire : for may this glass suffocate me , but a fine girl is worth all the ...
... Miss Sophia , with no lawn about her , on the other , which would you be for ? ' For both , to be sure , ' cried the chaplain . Right , Frank , ' cried the squire : for may this glass suffocate me , but a fine girl is worth all the ...
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... Miss Sophia's hand as a partner . To this my girl replied , that she should have no objection , if she could do it with honour . But here , ' continued she , is a gentle- man , ' looking at Mr. Burchell , who has been my companion in ...
... Miss Sophia's hand as a partner . To this my girl replied , that she should have no objection , if she could do it with honour . But here , ' continued she , is a gentle- man , ' looking at Mr. Burchell , who has been my companion in ...
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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.