The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by HimselfSibley, 1896 - 301 páginas |
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The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by Himself Oliver Goldsmith Vista completa - 1896 |
The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by Himself Oliver Goldsmith Vista completa - 1896 |
The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by Himself Oliver Goldsmith Vista completa - 1896 |
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Página 201 - 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.
Página 12 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Página 134 - 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. 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.
Página 75 - 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.
Página 73 - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep...
Página 173 - I passed among the harmless peasants of Flanders, and among such of the French as were poor enough to be very merry, for I ever found them sprightly in proportion to their wants. Whenever I approached a peasant's house towards nightfall, I played one of my most merry tunes, and that procured me not only a lodging, but subsistence for the next day.
Página 72 - Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long." Soft as the dew from heaven descends, His gentle accents fell ; The modest stranger lowly bends, And follows to the cell. Far in a wilderness obscure The lonely mansion lay, A refuge to the neighbouring poor, And strangers led astray.
Página 101 - 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. I have seen him buy such bargains as would amaze one. I'll tell you a good story about that, that will make you split your sides with laughing. But, as I live, yonder comes Moses, without a horse, and the box at his back.
Página 102 - A murrain take such trumpery. The blockhead has been imposed upon, and should have known his company better !" "There, my dear," cried I, "you are wrong ; he should not have known them at all." " Marry, hang the idiot !" returned she, " to bring me such stuff ; if I had them, I would throw them in the fire." . " There, again, you are wrong, my dear...
Página 71 - 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.