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Page 119
... hast made one poor creature wretched for life , and polluted a family that had nothing but honour for their portion . " " If she , or you , " returned he , " are resolved to be miserable , I cannot help it . But you may still be happy ...
... hast made one poor creature wretched for life , and polluted a family that had nothing but honour for their portion . " " If she , or you , " returned he , " are resolved to be miserable , I cannot help it . But you may still be happy ...
Page 127
... hast strength , and it was given thee , my son , for very useful purposes ; for it must save from famine your helpless parents and family . Prepare then this evening to look out for work against to - morrow , and bring home every night ...
... hast strength , and it was given thee , my son , for very useful purposes ; for it must save from famine your helpless parents and family . Prepare then this evening to look out for work against to - morrow , and bring home every night ...
Page 140
... hast done very ill , and at another time my reproaches might have been more severe . Oh ! what a tremendous gulf hast thou escaped , that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin ! Providence , indeed , has here " " DIFIEHE ...
... hast done very ill , and at another time my reproaches might have been more severe . Oh ! what a tremendous gulf hast thou escaped , that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin ! Providence , indeed , has here " " DIFIEHE ...
Page 150
... hast been relieved , or who the ruffians were that carried thee away ? " " Indeed , sir , ” replied she , " as to the villain who carried me off I am yet ignorant . For as my mamma and I were walking out , he came behind us , and almost ...
... hast been relieved , or who the ruffians were that carried thee away ? " " Indeed , sir , ” replied she , " as to the villain who carried me off I am yet ignorant . For as my mamma and I were walking out , he came behind us , and almost ...
Page 158
... hast thou not had vengeance enough already , but must my poor boy feel thy cruelty ? I hope that good Sir William will protect us , for my son is as innocent as a child ; I am sure he is , and never did harm to man . ' " " " Madam ...
... hast thou not had vengeance enough already , but must my poor boy feel thy cruelty ? I hope that good Sir William will protect us , for my son is as innocent as a child ; I am sure he is , and never did harm to man . ' " " " Madam ...
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assure BAILIFF blessing blest breast BULKLEY Burchell charms cheerful child cried CROAKER daughter David Garrick dear e'en Enter Exeunt Exit eyes favour fear Flamborough folly fortune friendship GARNET gentleman girl give Goldsmith good-natured happy HARDCASTLE HAST hear heart Heaven HONEYW Honeywood honour hope JARVIS Jenkinson laugh leave LEONT Leontine letter Livy LOFTY look Lord madam MARL Marlow marriage married mind MISS CATLEY MISS HARD MISS NEV MISS RICH Miss Richland morning never night OLIVER GOLDSMITH OLIVIA once pain pardon passion pity pleasure poor praise pride rapture replied returned round scarce seemed servants Sir William sister smile soul squire STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger sure talk tell thee there's things Thornhill thou thought tion TONY town turn virtue wife woman wretched Zounds
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Page 194 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 193 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 194 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
Page 195 - For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still ; While words of learned length, and thundering sound. Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Page 194 - All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring; She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Page 222 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them back.
Page 199 - Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous train : Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.
Page 195 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 72 - 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.
Page 191 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light Labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more ; His best companions, innocence and health...