The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleWilliam Duane, 1809 - 240 páginas |
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... Burchell and I bringing up the rear . We light- ened the fatigues of the road with philosophical disputes , which he seemed to understand per- fectly . But what surprised me most was , that though he was a money - borrower , he defended ...
... Burchell and I bringing up the rear . We light- ened the fatigues of the road with philosophical disputes , which he seemed to understand per- fectly . But what surprised me most was , that though he was a money - borrower , he defended ...
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... Burchell , at least he carried benevolence to an excess when young ; for his passions were then strong , and as they all were upon the side of virtue , they led it up to a romantic extreme . He early began to aim at the qualifications ...
... Burchell , at least he carried benevolence to an excess when young ; for his passions were then strong , and as they all were upon the side of virtue , they led it up to a romantic extreme . He early began to aim at the qualifications ...
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... Burchell's account , that I scarce looked forward as we went along , till we were alarmed by the cries of my family , when turning , I perceived my youngest daughter in the midst of a rapid stream , thrown from her horse , and ...
... Burchell's account , that I scarce looked forward as we went along , till we were alarmed by the cries of my family , when turning , I perceived my youngest daughter in the midst of a rapid stream , thrown from her horse , and ...
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... Burchell , that saved our Sophia , and that run you down fairly in the argument . " . " Confute me in argument , child ! " cried I. " You mistake there , my dear . I believe there are but few that can do that : I never dispute your ...
... Burchell , that saved our Sophia , and that run you down fairly in the argument . " . " Confute me in argument , child ! " cried I. " You mistake there , my dear . I believe there are but few that can do that : I never dispute your ...
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... Burchell my part , if my sisters will take me to theirs . " ........ " Well done , my good children , " cried I , " hospitality is one of the first christian duties . The beast retires to his shelter , and the bird flies to its nest ...
... Burchell my part , if my sisters will take me to theirs . " ........ " Well done , my good children , " cried I , " hospitality is one of the first christian duties . The beast retires to his shelter , and the bird flies to its nest ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amusement appearance assured Baronet Berosus Burchell called catgut CHAPTER cheerful chell child comfort continued cried my wife cried the Squire daugh daughter dear displeased drest eldest entertainment Flamborough fortune friendship gaoler gave gentleman girls give going guilt happy heart heaven honest honor hope horse Jenkinson kinson knew lence letter live Livy look madam Manetho manner marriage married miseries Miss Wilmot morning musical glasses neighbor never night observed Ocellus Lucanus Olivia once opinion pain papa passion perceived pipe and tabor pleased pleasure poor post-chaise pounds present prison promise rapture received replied resolved rest returned rich scarce seemed shew Sir William sister soon Sophia stept stranger sure tell thee thing Thornhill Thornhill's thou thought tion took town turn VICAR OF WAKEFIELD virtue wretched young lady
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Página 50 - The dew, the blossom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine ; Their charms were his, but woe to me, Their constancy was mine. "For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain.
Página 139 - I had some knowledge of music, with a tolerable voice ; I now turned what was once my amusement into a present means of subsistence. I passed among the harmless peasants of .Flanders, and among such of the French as were poor enough to be very merry ; for I ever found them sprightly in proportion to their wants. Whenever I approached a peasant's house towards nightfall, I played one of my most merry tunes, and that procured me not only a lodging, but subsistence for the next day.
Página 48 - 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?
Página 113 - This person was no other than the philanthropic bookseller in St. Paul's Church-yard,* who has written so many little books for children : he called himself their friend ; but he was the friend of all mankind. He was no sooner alighted, but he was in haste to be gone ; for he was ever on business of the utmost importance, and was at that time actually compiling materials for the history of one Mr. Thomas Trip. I immediately recollected this good-natured man's red-pimpled face...
Página 105 - 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.
Página 47 - 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.
Página 166 - 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.
Página 75 - 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 I " " There, .my dear," cried I, "you are wrong; he should not- have known them at all.
Página 24 - Our little habitation was situated at the foot of a sloping hill, sheltered with a beautiful underwood behind, and a prattling river before ; on one side a meadow, on the other a green.
Página 104 - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wond'rous 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.