The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by Himself ...Allyn & Bacon, 1899 - 243 páginas |
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The Vicar of Wakefield: A Tale Supposed to be Written by Himself ... Oliver Goldsmith Vista completa - 1899 |
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amusing appearance AUSTIN DOBSON beauty Berosus Burchell called catgut Catskin CHAP CHAPTER character charm cheerful child comfort continued cried my wife daugh daughter dear eldest English Flamborough fortune friendship gave gentleman girls give going Goldsmith guilt happy heart Heaven honest honor hope horse Jenkinson knew letter live Livy look madam Manetho manner marriage married miseries Miss Wilmot morning musical glasses neighbor never night observed Ocellus Lucanus Oliver Goldsmith Olivia once pain papa passion Patient Grissel perceived pipe and tabor pleasure poor pounds present prison promise received replied resolved rest returned seemed Sir William Thornhill sister smile soon Sophia Squire Stoops to Conquer story stranger sure tell thee things Thornhill's thou Tom Jones town Vicar of Wakefield virtue William Whiston wretched young lady
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Página 160 - 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 56 - 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.
Página 80 - As I was apprehensive this answer might draw on a repartee, making up by abuse what it wanted in wit, I changed the subject, by seeming to wonder what could keep our son so long at the fair, as it was now almost nightfall.——" Never mind our son," cried my wife, " depend upon it he knows what he is about.
Página 4 - To be sure, Sir. When people find a man of the most distinguished abilities as a writer, their inferior while he is with them, it must be highly gratifying to them. What Goldsmith comically says of himself is very true, — he always gets the better when he argues alone ; meaning, that he is master of a subject in his study, and can write well upon it ; but when he comes into company, grows confused, and unable to talk. Take him as a poet, his ' Traveller ' is a very fine performance ; ay, and so...
Página 7 - OF OLIVER GOLDSMITH— A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian, Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, And touched nothing that he did not adorn...
Página 241 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Página 58 - And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, "The sorrows of thy breast ? "From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove V Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, Or unregarded love ? " Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay ; 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 ? " And love is still an emptier sound, The modern...
Página 13 - His humor delighting us still: his song fresh and beautiful as when first he charmed with it; his words in all our mouths: his very weaknesses beloved and familiar — his benevolent spirit seems still to smile upon us : to do gentle kindnesses : to succor with sweet charity: to soothe, caress, and forgive: to plead with the fortunate for the unhappy and the poor.
Página 60 - 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.
Página 108 - 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 show'd the rogues they lied, The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that died.