The vicar of WakefieldF. Pitman, 1823 - 160 pages |
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... honest man , who married and brought up a large family , did more service than he who continued single , and only talked of population . From this motive , I had scarce taken orders a year , before I began to think seriously of ...
... honest man , who married and brought up a large family , did more service than he who continued single , and only talked of population . From this motive , I had scarce taken orders a year , before I began to think seriously of ...
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... honest than this fine gentleman , with his fortune and infidelity ; for , depend on't , if he be what I suspect him , no freethinker shall ever have a child of mine . " Sure , father , ' cried Moses , you are too severe in this ; for ...
... honest than this fine gentleman , with his fortune and infidelity ; for , depend on't , if he be what I suspect him , no freethinker shall ever have a child of mine . " Sure , father , ' cried Moses , you are too severe in this ; for ...
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... honest neighbour's goose and dumplings were fine : and the lamb's wool , even in the opinion of my wife , who was a connoisseur , was excellent . It is true , his manner of telling stories was not quite so well . They were very long and ...
... honest neighbour's goose and dumplings were fine : and the lamb's wool , even in the opinion of my wife , who was a connoisseur , was excellent . It is true , his manner of telling stories was not quite so well . They were very long and ...
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... Honest Solomon and I have been acquainted for many years together . I remember I always beat him at three jumps ; but he could hop upon one leg further than I. ' A draft upon my neighbour was to me the same as money ; for I was ...
... Honest Solomon and I have been acquainted for many years together . I remember I always beat him at three jumps ; but he could hop upon one leg further than I. ' A draft upon my neighbour was to me the same as money ; for I was ...
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Oliver Goldsmith. sible . I found my honest neighbour smoking his pipe at his own door , and informing him that I had a small bill upon him ; he read it twice over . You can read the name , I suppose , ' cried I , C Ephraim Jenkinson ...
Oliver Goldsmith. sible . I found my honest neighbour smoking his pipe at his own door , and informing him that I had a small bill upon him ; he read it twice over . You can read the name , I suppose , ' cried I , C Ephraim Jenkinson ...
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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.