The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleP. Didot, the elder, 1799 - 199 pages |
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... poor . 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 . As we lived near the road , we often had the traveller or stranger ...
... poor . 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 . As we lived near the road , we often had the traveller or stranger ...
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... poor , my fondlings , and wisdom bids us conform to our humble situation . Let us then , without repining , give up those splendours with which num = bers are wretched , and seek in humbler circumstances that peace with which all may be ...
... poor , my fondlings , and wisdom bids us conform to our humble situation . Let us then , without repining , give up those splendours with which num = bers are wretched , and seek in humbler circumstances that peace with which all may be ...
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... poor , who followed us for some miles , contributed to increase it . The first day's journey brought us in safety within thirty miles of our future retreat , and we put up for the night at an obscure inn in a village by the way . When ...
... poor , who followed us for some miles , contributed to increase it . The first day's journey brought us in safety within thirty miles of our future retreat , and we put up for the night at an obscure inn in a village by the way . When ...
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... poor ; and though he talked like a man of sense , his actions were those of a fool . Still , however , being surrounded with importunity , and no longer able to satisfy every re- quest that was made him , instead of money he gave ...
... poor ; and though he talked like a man of sense , his actions were those of a fool . Still , however , being surrounded with importunity , and no longer able to satisfy every re- quest that was made him , instead of money he gave ...
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... poor's box . When Sunday came , it was indeed a day of finery , which all my sumptuary edicts could not restrain , How well soever I fancied my lectures against pride had conquered the vanity of my daughters , yet I still found them ...
... poor's box . When Sunday came , it was indeed a day of finery , which all my sumptuary edicts could not restrain , How well soever I fancied my lectures against pride had conquered the vanity of my daughters , yet I still found them ...
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Page 134 - 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 34 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " 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 82 - 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, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel...
Page 83 - 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 1 - I WAS ever of opinion, that the honest man who married, and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
Page 55 - ... his hair, brushing his buckles, and cocking his hat with pins. The business of the toilet being over, we had at last the satisfaction of seeing him mounted upon the colt, with a deal box before him to bring home groceries in. He had on a coat made of that cloth they call thunder and lightning, which, though grown too short, was much too good to be thrown away.
Page 83 - The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye ; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied, The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Page 36 - 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 58 - You need be under no uneasiness," cried I, "about selling the rims, for they are not worth sixpence, for I perceive they are only copper varnished over.