The vicar of Wakefield, with illustr. in permanent photography1880 |
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... live pleasantly without our help , why then should we not learn to live with- out theirs ? No , my children ; let us from this moment give up all pretensions to gentility ; we have still enough left for happiness if we are wise , and ...
... live pleasantly without our help , why then should we not learn to live with- out theirs ? No , my children ; let us from this moment give up all pretensions to gentility ; we have still enough left for happiness if we are wise , and ...
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... live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too . " While this ballad was reading , Sophia seemed to mix an air of tenderness with her approbation . But our tranquillity was soon disturbed by ...
... live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too . " While this ballad was reading , Sophia seemed to mix an air of tenderness with her approbation . But our tranquillity was soon disturbed by ...
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... live , yonder comes Moses , without a horse , and the box at his back . " As she spoke , Moses came slowly on foot , and sweating under the deal box , which he had strapped round his shoulders like a pedlar . pedlar . " Welcome , wel ...
... live , yonder comes Moses , without a horse , and the box at his back . " As she spoke , Moses came slowly on foot , and sweating under the deal box , which he had strapped round his shoulders like a pedlar . pedlar . " Welcome , wel ...
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... behind us . While they live they will be our support and our pleasure here , and when we die they will transmit our honour untainted to posterity . Come , my son , we wait for a song : let us have a chorus VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 135.
... behind us . While they live they will be our support and our pleasure here , and when we die they will transmit our honour untainted to posterity . Come , my son , we wait for a song : let us have a chorus VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 135.
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... live with her vile seducer : she may bring us to shame , but she shall never more deceive us . " " Wife , " said I , " do not talk thus hardly : my detestation of her guilt is as great as yours ; but ever shall this house and this heart ...
... live with her vile seducer : she may bring us to shame , but she shall never more deceive us . " " Wife , " said I , " do not talk thus hardly : my detestation of her guilt is as great as yours ; but ever shall this house and this heart ...
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ÆNEID amusement appearance Burchell calf extra CECIL ARNOLD child cloth elegant cloth extra cloth gilt colours comfort continued COURSE OF LESSONS cried my wife Crown 8vo daughter dear demy 8vo Ditto Edition eldest Engravings Fcap Flamborough fortune French morocco friendship gentleman gilt edges girls give going guilt happy heart Heaven honest honour hope horse J. E. ROGERS JACOB CATS Jenkinson Leicester Square List of Illustrated Livy look madam Manetho manner married MARY COWDEN CLARKE miseries Miss Wilmot morning morocco neighbour never night observed OLIVER GOLDSMITH Olivia once papa passion PAUL LACROIX perceived pleasure poor present prison promise published received reduced to 21s replied resolved rest returned seemed SHAKESPEARE sister soon Sophia Squire stranger sure tell thee things Thornhill Thornhill's thou tion town turn virtue vols wretched young lady
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Страница 136 - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. 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.
Страница 136 - 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 62 - Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Страница 29 - My farm consisted of about twenty acres of excellent land, having given a hundred pounds for my predecessor's good-will. Nothing could exceed the neatness of my little enclosures ; the elms and hedge-rows appearing with inexpressible beauty. My house consisted of but one story, and was covered with thatch, which gave it an air of great snugness...
Страница 19 - 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 220 - 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 vii - Thing, and a hundred things might be said to prove them beauties. But it is needless. A book may be amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity.