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... girl , I intended to call after her aunt Griffel ; but my wife , who during her pregnancy had been reading romances , in- fifted upon her being called Olivia . In lefs than another year we had a daughter again , and now I was determined ...
... girl , I intended to call after her aunt Griffel ; but my wife , who during her pregnancy had been reading romances , in- fifted upon her being called Olivia . In lefs than another year we had a daughter again , and now I was determined ...
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Oliver Goldsmith. taking a fancy to stand godmother , the girl was , by her directions , called Sophia ; fo that we had ... girls hold up their heads ; who , to con- ceal nothing , were certainly very hand- fome . Mere outfide is fo very ...
Oliver Goldsmith. taking a fancy to stand godmother , the girl was , by her directions , called Sophia ; fo that we had ... girls hold up their heads ; who , to con- ceal nothing , were certainly very hand- fome . Mere outfide is fo very ...
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... girls would give us a very agreeable concert . Walking out , drinking tea , country dances , and forfeits , shortened the rest of the day , with- out the affiftance of cards , as I hated all manner of gaming , except backgammon , at ...
... girls would give us a very agreeable concert . Walking out , drinking tea , country dances , and forfeits , shortened the rest of the day , with- out the affiftance of cards , as I hated all manner of gaming , except backgammon , at ...
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... girls the preceding night to be dreft early the next girls The VICAR of WAKEFIEld . 37 ways of being good company, while one ...
... girls the preceding night to be dreft early the next girls The VICAR of WAKEFIEld . 37 ways of being good company, while one ...
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... girls were amazed at the command ; but I repeated it with more folemnity than before . " Surely , my dear , you jeft , " cried my wife , " we can " walk it perfectly well : we want no " coach to carry us now . ' << ( 6 take , child ...
... girls were amazed at the command ; but I repeated it with more folemnity than before . " Surely , my dear , you jeft , " cried my wife , " we can " walk it perfectly well : we want no " coach to carry us now . ' << ( 6 take , child ...
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Page xxiii - GOLDSMITH (Oliver) The Vicar of Wakefield: a tale, supposed to be written by himself.
Page ix - I was dressed and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him.
Page 76 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Page 70 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Page ix - ... by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit ; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Page 174 - 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 his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
Page 71 - 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 71 - 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 173 - 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 73 - And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. " 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?