The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleJ. Smith, 1833 - 159 pages |
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... attention of his relative , the Rev. Thomas Contarine : and , through the kindness of that gentleman , he was sent from Ballymahon , where he had spent most of his time in playing the flute , and rambling on the banks of the Inny , to a ...
... attention of his relative , the Rev. Thomas Contarine : and , through the kindness of that gentleman , he was sent from Ballymahon , where he had spent most of his time in playing the flute , and rambling on the banks of the Inny , to a ...
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... attention of the public for his novel . The success of both the poem and the tale were of the most encouraging kind ; and the author , on the strength of that success , assumed the scarlet cloak , and other insignia of his honourable ...
... attention of the public for his novel . The success of both the poem and the tale were of the most encouraging kind ; and the author , on the strength of that success , assumed the scarlet cloak , and other insignia of his honourable ...
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... attention was fixed on another subject - the completing a tract which I intended shortly to publish in defence of my favourite principle . As I looked upon this as a masterpiece , both for argument and style , I could not in the pride ...
... attention was fixed on another subject - the completing a tract which I intended shortly to publish in defence of my favourite principle . As I looked upon this as a masterpiece , both for argument and style , I could not in the pride ...
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... attention , therefore , was now to bring down the pride of my family to their circumstances ; for I well knew , that aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself . " You cannot be ignorant , my children , ” cried I , " that no prudence of ...
... attention , therefore , was now to bring down the pride of my family to their circumstances ; for I well knew , that aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself . " You cannot be ignorant , my children , ” cried I , " that no prudence of ...
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... more rational and moderate than before ; but still he pre- serves the character of an humorist , and finds most pleasure in eccentric virtues . " My attention was so much taken up by Mr. Burchell's 12 THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD .
... more rational and moderate than before ; but still he pre- serves the character of an humorist , and finds most pleasure in eccentric virtues . " My attention was so much taken up by Mr. Burchell's 12 THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD .
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Page vi - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was...
Page 28 - 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."
Page 29 - 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 107 - 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 47 - 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." "Marry, hang the idiot!" returned she, "to bring me such stuff ; if I had them I would throw them in the fire." " There again you are...
Page 94 - ... could avail me nothing in a country where every peasant was a better musician than I : but by this time I had acquired another talent, which answered my purpose as well, and this was a skill in disputation. In all the foreign universities and convents there are, upon certain days, philosophical theses maintained against every adventitious disputant ; for which, if the champion opposes with any dexterity, he can claim a gratuity in money, a dinner, and a bed for one night.
Page 47 - Welcome, welcome, Moses ! Well, my boy, what have you brought us from the fair? " — " I have brought you myself," cried Moses, with a sly look, and resting the box on the dresser.
Page 32 - Twas Edwin's self that pressed ! "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 28 - 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.