The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale. : In Two VolumesHarrison and Company, 1780 - 90 pages |
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... cried I , relinquish the cause of truth , and let him be an husband , already driven to the very verge of abfurdity . • You might as well advise me to give up my fortune as my argument . " Your fortune , ' returned my friend , I am now ...
... cried I , relinquish the cause of truth , and let him be an husband , already driven to the very verge of abfurdity . • You might as well advise me to give up my fortune as my argument . " Your fortune , ' returned my friend , I am now ...
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... cried I , that no prudence of ours could have prevented our late misfortune ; but prudence may do much in disappointing it's effects . We are now poor , my fondlings , ✰ and wifdom bids us conform to our humble fituation . Let us then ...
... cried I , that no prudence of ours could have prevented our late misfortune ; but prudence may do much in disappointing it's effects . We are now poor , my fondlings , ✰ and wifdom bids us conform to our humble fituation . Let us then ...
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... cried he , happens ftill more lucky than I hoped for , as I am go- ing the fame way myfelf , having been detained here two days by the floods , which , I hope , by to - mor- row , will be found paffable . ' I tefti- fied the pleasure I ...
... cried he , happens ftill more lucky than I hoped for , as I am go- ing the fame way myfelf , having been detained here two days by the floods , which , I hope , by to - mor- row , will be found paffable . ' I tefti- fied the pleasure I ...
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... cries of my fa- mily ; when turning , I perceived my youngest daughter in the midst of a ra- pid ftream , thrown from her horse , and itruggling with the torrent . She had funk twice , nor was it in my power to difengage myself in time ...
... cries of my fa- mily ; when turning , I perceived my youngest daughter in the midst of a ra- pid ftream , thrown from her horse , and itruggling with the torrent . She had funk twice , nor was it in my power to difengage myself in time ...
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... cried my wife , for we can walk it perfectly well : we 6 want no coach to carry us now .'- You mistake , child , ' returned I , we do want a coach ; for if we walk to church in this trim , the very chil- dren in the parish will hoot ...
... cried my wife , for we can walk it perfectly well : we 6 want no coach to carry us now .'- You mistake , child , ' returned I , we do want a coach ; for if we walk to church in this trim , the very chil- dren in the parish will hoot ...
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Page 19 - 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.
Page 19 - 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 28 - Welcome, welcome, Moses; well, my boy, what have you brought us from the fair?' 'I have brought you myself,' cried Moses, with a sly look, and resting the box on the dresser.
Page 28 - I have brought back no money," cried Moses again. "I have laid it all out in a bargain, and here it is," pulling out a bundle from his breast ; "here they are : a gross of green spectacles with silver rims and shagreen cases.
Page 28 - Never mind our son," cried my wife; " depend upon it he knows what he is about. I'll warrant we'll never see him sell his hen of a rainy day.