The Vicar of Wakefield (Google eBook)

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J. C. Nimmo, 1886 - Abduction - 291 pages
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Page 59 - 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.
Page 56 - 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?
Page 3 - 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. From this motive, I had scarce taken orders a year before I began to think seriously of matrimony, and chose my wife as she did her wedding-gown, not for a fine, glossy surface, but such qualities as would wear well.
Page 54 - 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.
Page 124 - 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, 5 To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes.
Page 126 - 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.
Page 58 - Could nought of purity display To emulate his mind. The dew, the blossom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine; Their charms were his; but wo to me, Their constancy was mine.
Page 86 - 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...
Page 85 - 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.
Page 126 - The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye ; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That showed the rogues they lied ; The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

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