The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleW. Whale, 1827 - 252 pages |
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... Letters . ' During this time ( according to another account , ) he wrote for the British Magazine , of which Dr. Smollet was then editor , most of those Essays and Tales ... letter , that he was steward to a nobleman who DR . GOLDSMITH vii.
... Letters . ' During this time ( according to another account , ) he wrote for the British Magazine , of which Dr. Smollet was then editor , most of those Essays and Tales ... letter , that he was steward to a nobleman who DR . GOLDSMITH vii.
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A Tale Oliver Goldsmith. letter , that he was steward to a nobleman who was charmed with reading his last production , and had ordered him to desire the Doctor to appoint a place where he might have the honour of meeting him , to conduct ...
A Tale Oliver Goldsmith. letter , that he was steward to a nobleman who was charmed with reading his last production , and had ordered him to desire the Doctor to appoint a place where he might have the honour of meeting him , to conduct ...
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... letter , or essay , in a newspaper , except a few moral essays , under the character of a chinese , about ten years ago , in the Ledger ; and a letter , to which I signed my name , in the St. James's Chronicle . If the liberty of the ...
... letter , or essay , in a newspaper , except a few moral essays , under the character of a chinese , about ten years ago , in the Ledger ; and a letter , to which I signed my name , in the St. James's Chronicle . If the liberty of the ...
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... letter from my agent in town soon came with a confirmation of every particular . The loss of fortune to myself alone would have been trifling ; the only uneasiness I felt was for my family , who were to be humbled without an educa- tion ...
... letter from my agent in town soon came with a confirmation of every particular . The loss of fortune to myself alone would have been trifling ; the only uneasiness I felt was for my family , who were to be humbled without an educa- tion ...
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... letters at a time : he brought my daughters also a couple of boxes , in which they might keep wafers , snuff , patches , or even money when they got it . My wife was usu- ally fond of a weasel - skin purse , as being the most lucky ...
... letters at a time : he brought my daughters also a couple of boxes , in which they might keep wafers , snuff , patches , or even money when they got it . My wife was usu- ally fond of a weasel - skin purse , as being the most lucky ...
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Page 21 - 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.
Page 60 - 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.
Page 117 - 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, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Page xii - ... the law gives us no protection against the injury, so it should give calumniators no shelter after having provoked correction. The insults which we receive before the public, by being more open are the more distressing; by treating them with silent contempt, we do not pay a sufficient deference to the opinion of the world. By recurring to legal redress we too often expose the weakness of the law, which only serves to increase our mortification by failing to relieve us. In short, every man should...
Page 22 - As we lived near the road, we often had the traveller or stranger visit us to taste our gooseberry wine, for which we had great reputation ; and I profess, with the veracity of an historian, that I never knew one of them find fault with it.
Page 178 - 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.
Page 62 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
Page 62 - 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 87 - you are wrong; he should not have known them at all." "Marry, hang the idiot!" returned she, "to bring me such stuff ; if I had them I would throw them in the fire." " There again you are wrong, my dear...
Page 39 - THE place of our retreat was in a little neighbourhood consisting of farmers, who tilled their own grounds, and were equal strangers to opulence and poverty. As they had almost all the conveniences of life within themselves, they seldom visited towns or cities in search of superfluity. Remote from the polite, they still retained the primeval simplicity of manners ; and, frugal by habit, they scarce knew that temperance was a virtue.