Vicar of Wakefield, Volumen1Stock, 1766 |
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... doors , while the bailiffs befet him without ; that he was drinking himself drunk with Madeira to drown care , and fretting over a novel which when finished was to be his whole fortune ; but he could not get it done for diftraction ...
... doors , while the bailiffs befet him without ; that he was drinking himself drunk with Madeira to drown care , and fretting over a novel which when finished was to be his whole fortune ; but he could not get it done for diftraction ...
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... doors , or go abroad to hawk among the bookfellers a piece of his writing , the title whereof my author [ my authority ? ] does not remember . In this diftrefs be fent for Johnson , who immediately went to one of them , and brought back ...
... doors , or go abroad to hawk among the bookfellers a piece of his writing , the title whereof my author [ my authority ? ] does not remember . In this diftrefs be fent for Johnson , who immediately went to one of them , and brought back ...
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... doors . Thus we lived feveral years in a state of much happiness , not but that we some- times had those little rubs which Providence fends to enhance the value of its other favours . My orchard was often robbed by school - boys , and ...
... doors . Thus we lived feveral years in a state of much happiness , not but that we some- times had those little rubs which Providence fends to enhance the value of its other favours . My orchard was often robbed by school - boys , and ...
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... " To lure thee to thy doom . " Here to the houseless child of want , " C My door is open still ; " And tho ' my portion is but fcant , " I give it with good will . Then " Then turn to - night , and freely share 70 The VICAR of WAKEFIELD .
... " To lure thee to thy doom . " Here to the houseless child of want , " C My door is open still ; " And tho ' my portion is but fcant , " I give it with good will . Then " Then turn to - night , and freely share 70 The VICAR of WAKEFIELD .
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... door juft opening with a latch , Receiv'd the harmless pair . And now when worldly crowds retire To revels or to reft , The hermit trimm'd his little fire , And cheer'd his penfive guest : And spread his vegetable store , And gayly ...
... door juft opening with a latch , Receiv'd the harmless pair . And now when worldly crowds retire To revels or to reft , The hermit trimm'd his little fire , And cheer'd his penfive guest : And spread his vegetable store , And gayly ...
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Página xxiii - GOLDSMITH (Oliver) The Vicar of Wakefield: a tale, supposed to be written by himself.
Página ix - I was dressed and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him.
Página 76 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Página 70 - 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.
Página ix - ... by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit ; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Página 174 - 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 his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
Página 71 - 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.
Página 71 - 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.
Página 173 - 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.
Página 73 - 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?