The Vicar of Wakefield

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54 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - I began to think seriously of matrimony, and chose my wife, as she did her wedding-gown, not for a fine glossy surface, but such qualities as would wear well. To do her justice, she was a good-natured notable woman ; and as for breeding, there were few country ladies who could shew more.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - I had intentions of going myself; but my wife persuaded me that I had got a cold, and nothing could prevail upon her to permit me from home. "No, my dear...
210 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.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - A wretch forlorn," she cried; " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude Where heaven and you reside. '' But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - Could nought of purity display To emulate his mind. " The dew, the blossom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine ; Their charms were his, but woe to me ! Their constancy was mine.
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... beauty. My house consisted of but one story, and was covered with thatch, which gave it an air of great snugness ; the walls on the inside were nicely whitewashed, 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.
87 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.

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