The Vicar of Wakefield: A TaleJesper Harding, 1847 - 288 sidor |
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... wretched , and seek in humbler cir- cumstances that peace with which all may be happy . The poor live pleasantly with out our help , and we are not so perfectly formed as to be capable of living without theirs . 1o , my children , let ...
... wretched , and seek in humbler cir- cumstances that peace with which all may be happy . The poor live pleasantly with out our help , and we are not so perfectly formed as to be capable of living without theirs . 1o , my children , let ...
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... wretch to weep ? And love is still an emptier sound , The modern fair one's jest , On earth unseen , or only found To warm the turtle's nest . For shame , fond youth , thy sorrows hush And spurn the sex , " he said : But while he spoke ...
... wretch to weep ? And love is still an emptier sound , The modern fair one's jest , On earth unseen , or only found To warm the turtle's nest . For shame , fond youth , thy sorrows hush And spurn the sex , " he said : But while he spoke ...
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... pocket - book , and so hang you all up at this door . ' This piece of unex- pected insolence raised me to such a pitch , that I could scarce govern my passion . ' Ungrateful wretch , begone , and no longer pollute VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 101.
... pocket - book , and so hang you all up at this door . ' This piece of unex- pected insolence raised me to such a pitch , that I could scarce govern my passion . ' Ungrateful wretch , begone , and no longer pollute VICAR OF WAKEFIELD . 101.
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A Tale Oliver Goldsmith. ' Ungrateful wretch , begone , and no longer pollute my dwelling with thy baseness . Begone , and never let ne see thee again : go , and the only punishment I wish thee , is an alarmed conscience , which will be ...
A Tale Oliver Goldsmith. ' Ungrateful wretch , begone , and no longer pollute my dwelling with thy baseness . Begone , and never let ne see thee again : go , and the only punishment I wish thee , is an alarmed conscience , which will be ...
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... wretched creature shall be welcome to this heart and this house , though stained with ten thousand vices . I will again hearken to the music of her voice , again will I hang fondly on her bosom , if I find but repent- ance there . My ...
... wretched creature shall be welcome to this heart and this house , though stained with ten thousand vices . I will again hearken to the music of her voice , again will I hang fondly on her bosom , if I find but repent- ance there . My ...
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The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Oliver Goldsmith,George Moir Bussey Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1841 |
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Sida 253 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Sida 256 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, \ At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Sida 254 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Sida 255 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place; Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Sida 255 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Sida 48 - 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.
Sida 257 - Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts inspired, Where gray-beard mirth, and smiling toil retired, Where village statesmen talked with looks profound And news much older than their ale went round.
Sida 258 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Sida 258 - But when those charms are past, for charms are frail, When time advances, and when lovers fail, She then shines forth, solicitous to bless, In all the glaring impotence of dress...
Sida 257 - These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested...