The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleJ. Smith, 1833 - 159 pages |
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... means considerably better than those he possessed : but Goldsmith had at the same time a stronger , as well as a tenderer spirit than most men ; and he passed , without money in his pocket , over France , Italy , and the greater part of ...
... means considerably better than those he possessed : but Goldsmith had at the same time a stronger , as well as a tenderer spirit than most men ; and he passed , without money in his pocket , over France , Italy , and the greater part of ...
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... means in England , as it had been on the Continent , of obtaining bread . His first great literary speculation was the publication of an Essay on Polite Literature in Europe , by subscription ; the profits of which he expected would be ...
... means in England , as it had been on the Continent , of obtaining bread . His first great literary speculation was the publication of an Essay on Polite Literature in Europe , by subscription ; the profits of which he expected would be ...
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... spoken of him are agreed in saying , that he was inconsiderate in pecuniary mat- ters , and warm in his feelings ; but faithful in his friendships , generous even beyond his means , and gentle and benevolent MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR . vii.
... spoken of him are agreed in saying , that he was inconsiderate in pecuniary mat- ters , and warm in his feelings ; but faithful in his friendships , generous even beyond his means , and gentle and benevolent MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR . vii.
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A Tale Oliver Goldsmith. generous even beyond his means , and gentle and benevolent in all his actions and dispositions . His works are too widely cir- culated to render it necessary that we should eulogise him as an author . The Vicar ...
A Tale Oliver Goldsmith. generous even beyond his means , and gentle and benevolent in all his actions and dispositions . His works are too widely cir- culated to render it necessary that we should eulogise him as an author . The Vicar ...
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... ; he replied , and 1 rejoined . In the mean time , while the controversy was hottest , I was called out by one of my relations , who , with a face of concern , advised me to give up the dispute , 6 THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD .
... ; he replied , and 1 rejoined . In the mean time , while the controversy was hottest , I was called out by one of my relations , who , with a face of concern , advised me to give up the dispute , 6 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.