The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale. : In Two VolumesHarrison and Company, 1780 - 90 pages |
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... turn with difdain from the fimplicity of his country fire - fide ; fuch as mistake ribaldry for humour , will find no wit in his harmless converfation ; and fuch as have been taught to deride re- ligion , will laugh at one whose chief ...
... turn with difdain from the fimplicity of his country fire - fide ; fuch as mistake ribaldry for humour , will find no wit in his harmless converfation ; and fuch as have been taught to deride re- ligion , will laugh at one whose chief ...
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... turn the traveller or the poor dependant out of doors . Thus we lived several years in a state of much happiness , not but that we fometimes had thofe little rubs which Providence fends to enhance the value of it's favours . My orchard ...
... turn the traveller or the poor dependant out of doors . Thus we lived several years in a state of much happiness , not but that we fometimes had thofe little rubs which Providence fends to enhance the value of it's favours . My orchard ...
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... 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 to bring her relief . My ...
... 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 to bring her relief . My ...
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... turn ; but I could not refuse him my company and fire - fide . It is true his labour more than requited his enter- tainment ; for he wrought among us with vigour , and either in the meadow , or at the hay - rick , put himself fore- moft ...
... turn ; but I could not refuse him my company and fire - fide . It is true his labour more than requited his enter- tainment ; for he wrought among us with vigour , and either in the meadow , or at the hay - rick , put himself fore- moft ...
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... turn to - night , and freely fhare Whate'er my cell beftows ; My rushy couch , and frugal fare , My bleffing and repose . No flocks that range the valley free , To flaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me , I learn to ...
... turn to - night , and freely fhare Whate'er my cell beftows ; My rushy couch , and frugal fare , My bleffing and repose . No flocks that range the valley free , To flaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me , I learn to ...
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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.