The Vicar of WakefieldThomas Y. Crowell, 1899 - 280 страница |
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acquainted amusement appeared assured AUSTIN DOBSON Baronet beauty Berosus Burchell called catgut CHAPTER character charming cheerful child comfort continued cried Moses cried my wife daugh daughter dear displeased eldest favour Flamborough fortune friendship gave gentleman girls give going guilt happy heart Heaven honest honour hope horse inform interrupted Jenkinson kinson knew letter live Livy look Madam Manetho manner marriage married miseries Miss Wilmot morning mother neighbour never night observed Ocellus Lucanus OLIVER GOLDSMITH Olivia once pain papa passion Patient Grissel perceived pipe and tabor pleased pleasure poor postilion pounds present prison promise received replied resolved rest returned rich scarce seemed sister soon Sophia stranger sure tell thee things Thornhill's thou tion town turn Vicar VICAR OF WAKEFIELD virtue William Finden wretched young lady
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Страница 1 - 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.
Страница 58 - 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. "And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I...
Страница 3 - ... life, that the poorer the guest the better pleased he ever is with being treated ; and as some men gaze with admiration at the colours of a tulip, or the wing of a butterfly, so I was by nature an admirer of happy human faces.
Страница 88 - You need be under no uneasiness," cried I, "about selling the rims, for they are not worth sixpence ; for I perceive they are only copper varnished over.
Страница 2 - She could read any English book without much spelling ; but for pickling, preserving, and cookery, none could excel her. She prided herself also upon being an excellent contriver in housekeeping, though I could never find that we grew richer with all her contrivances.
Страница 84 - Moses for the fair; trimming his hair, brushing his buckles, and cocking his hat with pins. The business of the toilet being over, we had at last the satisfaction of seeing him mounted upon the colt, with a deal box before him to bring home groceries in. He had on a coat made of that cloth they call thunderand-lightning, which, though grown too short, was much too good to be thrown away.
Страница 197 - 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.
Страница 125 - 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. This dog and man at first were friends; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man.
Страница 17 - You are going, my boy," cried I, " to London on foot, in the manner Hooker, your great ancestor, travelled there before you. Take from me the same horse that was given him by the good Bishop Jewel, this staff, and take this book too, it will be your comfort on the way ; these two lines in it are worth a million — I have been young, and now am old ; yet never saw I the righteous man forsaken, nor his seed begging their bread. Let this be your consolation as you travel on; Go, my boy, whatever be...
Страница 54 - 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. "Then...