Vicar of Wakefield, כרך 1Stock, 1766 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 42
עמוד vii
... she says : - " I have forgotten the year , but it could scarcely I think be later than 1765 or 1766 , that he [ Johnson ] was called abruptly from our house after dinner , and re- turning in about three hours , faid , he had been with ...
... she says : - " I have forgotten the year , but it could scarcely I think be later than 1765 or 1766 , that he [ Johnson ] was called abruptly from our house after dinner , and re- turning in about three hours , faid , he had been with ...
עמוד 1
... she was a good - natured no- table woman ; and as for breeding , there were few country ladies who at that time could fhew more . She could read any English book without much spelling , and for pickling , preferving , and cookery , B ...
... she was a good - natured no- table woman ; and as for breeding , there were few country ladies who at that time could fhew more . She could read any English book without much spelling , and for pickling , preferving , and cookery , B ...
עמוד 2
Oliver Goldsmith. none could excel her . She prided her- felf much also upon being an excellent contriver in houfe - keeping ; yet I could never find that we grew richer with all her contrivances . However , we loved ... She prided her- ...
Oliver Goldsmith. none could excel her . She prided her- felf much also upon being an excellent contriver in houfe - keeping ; yet I could never find that we grew richer with all her contrivances . However , we loved ... She prided her- ...
עמוד 6
... she would bid the girls hold up their heads ; who , to con- ceal nothing , were certainly very hand- fome . Mere outfide is fo very trifling a cir- cumftance with me , that I fhould scarce have remembered to mention it , had it not been ...
... she would bid the girls hold up their heads ; who , to con- ceal nothing , were certainly very hand- fome . Mere outfide is fo very trifling a cir- cumftance with me , that I fhould scarce have remembered to mention it , had it not been ...
עמוד 11
... she was the only wife of William Whiston ; fo I wrote a fimilar epi- taph for my wife , though ftill living , in which I extolled her prudence , œconomy , and obedience till death ; and having got it copied fair , with an elegant frame ...
... she was the only wife of William Whiston ; fo I wrote a fimilar epi- taph for my wife , though ftill living , in which I extolled her prudence , œconomy , and obedience till death ; and having got it copied fair , with an elegant frame ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
amuſe anſwer aſk B. M. Another edition B. M. The Vicar bookfeller Burchell buſineſs catgut CHAP Charles Nodier circumftance converfation cried my wife daugh daughters dear defcribed defired dreft eldeſt encreaſe engraved faid fatisfy feemed fhall fhillings fide firſt Flamborough fome fomething foon fortune Francis Newbery ftill fuch fufficient fure gentleman girls greateſt happineſs herſelf himſelf horſe houſe huſband John Newbery ladies laft laſt leaſt London Madam Memoir Mifs moſt Motto muſt myſelf neighbour never Newbery obferved occafion Oliver Goldsmith Olivia paffion perfon pleaſed pleaſure poffible poor preſent Printed promiſed propofal proteſt racter raiſed reaſons refolved reft replied reſt returned ſaid ſay ſcarce ſeemed ſeen ſerved ſeveral ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſmall ſome Sophia Squire ſtill ſtranger Tale taſte themſelves theſe Thornhill thoſe ufual underſtanding uſual Vicar of Wakefield whoſe wiſh woodcuts
קטעים בולטים
עמוד xxiii - GOLDSMITH (Oliver) The Vicar of Wakefield: a tale, supposed to be written by himself.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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?