The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale
Vernor, Hood & Sharpe, Poultry; and Lackington, Allen & Company Finsbury Square -- ; Printed for, and sold by J. Robinson, Nicholson Street, Edinburgh, 1807 - 264页
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第52页 - 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 earthborn cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
第51页 - 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.
第55页 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
第88页 - 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...
第207页 - 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.
第128页 - 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.
第2页 - As we lived near the road, we often had the traveller or stranger visit us to taste our gooseberry wine, for which we had great reputation; and I profess, with the veracity of an historian, that I never knew one of them find fault with it.
第4页 - Germany, while other courtiers came with their treasures, brought his thirty-two childreni and presented them to his sovereign, as the most valuable offering he had to bestow. In this manner, though I had but six, I considered them as a very valuable present made to my country, and, consequently, looked upon it as my debtor.