The vicar of Wakefield [by O. Goldsmith]. 2 vols. [in 1].1792 |
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... Sir William Thornhill , a gentleman , who content with a little him- felf , permits his nephew to enjoy the reft , and chiefly re- ' fides in town .'- What ! ' cried I , ' is my young landlord then the nephew of a man , whofe virtues ...
... Sir William Thornhill , a gentleman , who content with a little him- felf , permits his nephew to enjoy the reft , and chiefly re- ' fides in town .'- What ! ' cried I , ' is my young landlord then the nephew of a man , whofe virtues ...
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... Sir William foon came to me , I delivered my meffage and letter , which he read , and after paufing fome mi- ' nutes , Pray , Sir , " cried he , " inform me what you ❝ have done for my kinfman , to deserve this warm recom- " mendation ...
... Sir William foon came to me , I delivered my meffage and letter , which he read , and after paufing fome mi- ' nutes , Pray , Sir , " cried he , " inform me what you ❝ have done for my kinfman , to deserve this warm recom- " mendation ...
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... Sir William , who sometimes came down to the country , was loved . He went on to obferve , that he made it his whole study to betray the daughters of fuch as received him to their houses ; and , after a fortnight or three weeks ...
... Sir William , who sometimes came down to the country , was loved . He went on to obferve , that he made it his whole study to betray the daughters of fuch as received him to their houses ; and , after a fortnight or three weeks ...
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... Sir William Thornhill , I was alarmed with an account that he was fpeechlefs . Now it was that confinement was truly painful to me ; my foul was bursting from it's prison to be near the pillow of my child , to comfort , to ftrengthen ...
... Sir William Thornhill , I was alarmed with an account that he was fpeechlefs . Now it was that confinement was truly painful to me ; my foul was bursting from it's prison to be near the pillow of my child , to comfort , to ftrengthen ...
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... Sir William ' Thornhill . ' We now found the perfonage whom we had fo long entertained as an harmless amufing companion , was no other than the celebrated Sir William Thornhill , to whose virtues and fingularities fcarce any were ...
... Sir William ' Thornhill . ' We now found the perfonage whom we had fo long entertained as an harmless amufing companion , was no other than the celebrated Sir William Thornhill , to whose virtues and fingularities fcarce any were ...
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Page 37 - 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 60 - We all followed him several paces from the door, bawling after him, Good luck! good luck!
Page 147 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Page 90 - 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, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Page 42 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, ^ ^ Restored to love and thee. « Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign ; And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine? « No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 38 - 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 18 - ... the walls on the inside were nicely white-washed, and my daughters undertook to adorn them with pictures of their own designing. Though the same room served us for parlour and kitchen, that only made it the warmer.
Page 18 - Our little habitation was situated at the foot of a sloping hill, sheltered with a beautiful underwood behind, and a prattling river before ; on one side a meadow, on the other a green.
Page 125 - Upon asking how he had been taught the art of a cognoscente so very suddenly, he assured me that nothing was more easy. The whole secret consisted in a strict adherence to two rules: the one always to observe, that the picture might have been better if the painter had taken more pains ; and the other, to praise the works of Pietro Perugino. But...
Page 62 - no more silver than your saucepan." "And so," returned she, "we have parted with the colt, and have only got a gross of green spectacles, with copper rims and shagreen cases ! A murrain take such trumpery. The blockhead has been imposed upon, and should have known his company better." " There, my dear," cried I, "you are wrong; he should not have known them at all.