The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleP. Didot, the elder, 1799 - 199ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... thou rove ? Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? « Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay ; And those who prize the paltry things , More trifling still than they . << And what is friendship ...
... thou rove ? Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? « Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay ; And those who prize the paltry things , More trifling still than they . << And what is friendship ...
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... thou glorious pillar of unshaken orthodoxy ; and do I behold » I here in = terrupted what he was going to say , for tho ' , as an au = thor , I could digest no small share of flattery , yet now my modesty would permit no more . However ...
... thou glorious pillar of unshaken orthodoxy ; and do I behold » I here in = terrupted what he was going to say , for tho ' , as an au = thor , I could digest no small share of flattery , yet now my modesty would permit no more . However ...
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... thou = sand pardons : What ! give up liberty , property , and , as the Gazetter says , lie down to be saddled with wood- en shoes ! Sir , I insist upon your marching out of this house immediately , to prevent worse consequences ; Sir ...
... thou = sand pardons : What ! give up liberty , property , and , as the Gazetter says , lie down to be saddled with wood- en shoes ! Sir , I insist upon your marching out of this house immediately , to prevent worse consequences ; Sir ...
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... thou sand pounds , left him by an uncle in the West - Indies ; and his guardians , to qualify him for the management of it , had bound him apprentice to an attorney . Thus avarice was his prevailing passion : all his questions on the ...
... thou sand pounds , left him by an uncle in the West - Indies ; and his guardians , to qualify him for the management of it , had bound him apprentice to an attorney . Thus avarice was his prevailing passion : all his questions on the ...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thou art going to fight for thy country ; remember how thy brave grandfather fought for his sacred king , when loyalty among Britons was a virtue . Go , my boy , and imitate him in all but his misfortunes , if it was 118 THE VICAR.
... thou art going to fight for thy country ; remember how thy brave grandfather fought for his sacred king , when loyalty among Britons was a virtue . Go , my boy , and imitate him in all but his misfortunes , if it was 118 THE VICAR.
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134 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.