The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale, Volume 1T. Carnan and F. Newbery, jun., 1773 - 228 pages |
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... fhall never make me a rascal , or induce me to difavow my principles : I'll go * this moment , and inform the company of my circumstances ; and as for the argu + ment , I even here retract my former • conceffions in the old gentleman's ...
... fhall never make me a rascal , or induce me to difavow my principles : I'll go * this moment , and inform the company of my circumstances ; and as for the argu + ment , I even here retract my former • conceffions in the old gentleman's ...
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... fhall love you the better for it ; but all this is not neatness , but frip- pery . These rufflings , and pinkings , and patchings , will only make us hated by all the wives of our neighbours . No , my children , ' continued I , more ...
... fhall love you the better for it ; but all this is not neatness , but frip- pery . These rufflings , and pinkings , and patchings , will only make us hated by all the wives of our neighbours . No , my children , ' continued I , more ...
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... fhall be contemptible if his views are ho- nourable ; but if they be otherwife ! I • should shudder but to think of that ! It is true , I have no apprehenfions from the conduct of my children , but I think CA there there are fome from ...
... fhall be contemptible if his views are ho- nourable ; but if they be otherwife ! I • should shudder but to think of that ! It is true , I have no apprehenfions from the conduct of my children , but I think CA there there are fome from ...
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... ; for , depend on't , if he be what I fufpect him , no free - thinker fhall ever have a child of mine . ' Sure , father , ' cried Mofes , you are 3 ⚫ too " too fevere in this ; for heaven will never WAKEFIELD . 7 ፤
... ; for , depend on't , if he be what I fufpect him , no free - thinker fhall ever have a child of mine . ' Sure , father , ' cried Mofes , you are 3 ⚫ too " too fevere in this ; for heaven will never WAKEFIELD . 7 ፤
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... In fecret where he died . But mine the forrow , mine the fault , • And well my life fhall pay , I'll feek the folitude he fought , And stretch me where he lay.- • And 1 And there forlorn despairing hid , I'll lay me 84 THE VICAR OF.
... In fecret where he died . But mine the forrow , mine the fault , • And well my life fhall pay , I'll feek the folitude he fought , And stretch me where he lay.- • And 1 And there forlorn despairing hid , I'll lay me 84 THE VICAR OF.
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Page 79 - 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 182 - AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. 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...
Page 42 - Besides, as it was kept with the utmost neatness, the dishes, plates, and coppers, being well scoured, and all disposed in bright rows on the shelves, the eye was agreeably relieved, and did not want richer...
Page 83 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray : Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. " My father liv'd beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he : And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, He had but only me. " To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber'd suitors came ; Who prais'd me for imputed charms, And felt or feign'da flame.
Page 183 - 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 122 - ... commission; and the next morning I perceived his sisters mighty busy in fitting out Moses for the fair; trimming 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 81 - 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 80 - Around, in sympathetic mirth, Its tricks the kitten tries, The cricket chirrups in the hearth, • The crackling fagot flies.
Page 81 - 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?
Page 85 - Twas Edwin's self that press'd. « 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.