The vicar of WakefieldF. Pitman, 1823 - 160 pages |
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... late , I discovered that he was most violently attached to the contrary opinion , and with good reason ; for he was at that time actually courting a fourth wife . This , as may be expected , produced a dispute attended with some ...
... late , I discovered that he was most violently attached to the contrary opinion , and with good reason ; for he was at that time actually courting a fourth wife . This , as may be expected , produced a dispute attended with some ...
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... late misfortune ; but prudence may do much in disappointing its effects . We are now poor , my fondlings , and wisdom bids us to conform to our humble situation . Let us then , without re- pining , give up those splendours with which ...
... late misfortune ; but prudence may do much in disappointing its effects . We are now poor , my fondlings , and wisdom bids us to conform to our humble situation . Let us then , without re- pining , give up those splendours with which ...
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... late oversight , in giving what money I had about me , has shown me that there are still some men like you . must , however , previously entreat being informed of the name and residence of my benefactor , in order to repay him as soon ...
... late oversight , in giving what money I had about me , has shown me that there are still some men like you . must , however , previously entreat being informed of the name and residence of my benefactor , in order to repay him as soon ...
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... late to send him to the next alehouse . In this dilemma , little Dick offered him his part of the bed , if his brother Moses would let him lie . with him . And I , ' cried Bill , will give Mr. Burchell my part , if my sisters will take ...
... late to send him to the next alehouse . In this dilemma , little Dick offered him his part of the bed , if his brother Moses would let him lie . with him . And I , ' cried Bill , will give Mr. Burchell my part , if my sisters will take ...
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... late unfortunate guest . ' What a strong instance , ' said I , is that poor man of the miseries attending a youth of levity and ex- travagance ! He by no means wants sense , which only serves to aggravate his former folly . Poor forlorn ...
... late unfortunate guest . ' What a strong instance , ' said I , is that poor man of the miseries attending a youth of levity and ex- travagance ! He by no means wants sense , which only serves to aggravate his former folly . Poor forlorn ...
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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.