The Poetical Works of George Crabbe: With LifeThomas Holmes, 1899 - Всего страниц: 496 |
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... thought him some foreign abbé . A conversation was be- gun in execrable French , which was only interrupted by the entrance of the host , whose English salutation to both parties dispelled the delusion , to their mutual amusement . The ...
... thought him some foreign abbé . A conversation was be- gun in execrable French , which was only interrupted by the entrance of the host , whose English salutation to both parties dispelled the delusion , to their mutual amusement . The ...
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... thoughts and little cares avail To ease the mind , when rest and reason fail . When the dull thought , by no designs employ'd , Dwells on the past , or suffer'd or enjoy'd , We bleed anew in every former grief , And joys departed ...
... thoughts and little cares avail To ease the mind , when rest and reason fail . When the dull thought , by no designs employ'd , Dwells on the past , or suffer'd or enjoy'd , We bleed anew in every former grief , And joys departed ...
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... thought to find ; The curious here to feed a craving mind ; Here the devout their peaceful temple choose ; And here the poet meets his favouring Muse . With awe , around these silent walks I tread ; These are the lasting mansions of the ...
... thought to find ; The curious here to feed a craving mind ; Here the devout their peaceful temple choose ; And here the poet meets his favouring Muse . With awe , around these silent walks I tread ; These are the lasting mansions of the ...
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... thought so wild , what airy dream so light , That will not prompt a theorist to write ? What art so prevalent , what proof so strong , That will convince him his attempt is wrong ? One in the solids finds each lurking ill , Nor grants ...
... thought so wild , what airy dream so light , That will not prompt a theorist to write ? What art so prevalent , what proof so strong , That will convince him his attempt is wrong ? One in the solids finds each lurking ill , Nor grants ...
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... thoughts my mind I entertain ; While books , my slaves , with tyrant hand I seize , Pleased with the pride that will not ... thought the sudden sentiment divine , Then paused and doubted , and then , tired of doub . , With rage as sudden ...
... thoughts my mind I entertain ; While books , my slaves , with tyrant hand I seize , Pleased with the pride that will not ... thought the sudden sentiment divine , Then paused and doubted , and then , tired of doub . , With rage as sudden ...
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appear'd Arminian art thou beauty behold bless'd bosom breast call'd Calvinistic charms comfort Conscience cried crime dare deed delight disdain dread ease fair fame fancy fate father favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fled foes folly fond friendly pair Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieved happy hear heart honour hope hour humble John Dighton kind knew labour lady Lady saw live look look'd maid marriage mind Muse never numbers nymph o'er OVID pain pass'd passions peace pity pleased pleasure poison'd poor praise pride priest proud rapture rest round scenes scorn seem'd shame sigh slave smile soothe sorrow soul speak spirit spleen strong tears terror thee thine thou thought trembling truth Twas vex'd vile virtue wealth wife wretch youth
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Стр. 175 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Стр. 236 - ... and, in the sultry day, Through the tall bounding Mud-banks made their way, Which on each side rose swelling, and below The dark warm Flood ran silently and slow ; There anchoring, Peter chose from Man to hide, There hang his Head, and view the lazy Tide In its hot slimy Channel slowly glide; Where the small Eels that left the deeper way For the warm Shore, within the Shallows play ; Where gaping Muscles, left upon the Mud, Slope...
Стр. 58 - Lo ! now with red rent cloak and bonnet black, And torn green gown loose hanging at her back, One who an infant in her arms sustains, And seems in patience striving with her pains...
Стр. 21 - And, skill'd at whist, devotes the night to play: Then, while such honours bloom around his head, Shall he sit sadly by the sick man's bed, To raise the hope he feels not, or with zeal To combat fears that e'en the pious feel? Now once again the gloomy scene explore, Less gloomy now; the bitter hour is o'er, The man of many sorrows sighs no more...
Стр. 246 - Pierced by no crime, and urged by no desire For more than true and honest hearts require, They feel the calm delight, and thus proceed Through the green lane, then linger in the mead Stray o'er the heath in all its purple bloom, And pluck the blossom where the wild bees hum ; Then through the broomy bound with ease they pass, And press the sandy sheep-walk's slender grass, Where dwarfish flowers among the gorse are spread, And the lamb browses by the linnet's bed...
Стр. 137 - And yet they'll buy a patent, and succeed ; Will dare to promise dying sufferers aid, — For who, when dead, can threaten or upbraid ? With cruel avarice still they recommend More draughts, more syrup, to the journey's end : 'I feel it not ;' — 'Then take it every hour.' — 'It makes me worse ;' — 'Why, then it shows its power.' 'I fear to die ;' — 'Let not your spirits sink, 'You're always safe, while you believe and drink.
Стр. 206 - That giant-building, that high-bounding wall, Those bare-worn walks, that lofty thund'ring hall ! That large loud clock, which tolls each dreaded hour, Those gates and locks, and all those signs of power : It is a prison, with a milder name, Which few inhabit without dread or shame.
Стр. 20 - Who with mock patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain, and that alone, can cure; How would ye bear in real pain to lie, Despised, neglected, left alone to die ? How would ye bear to draw your latest breath Where all that's wretched paves the way for death...
Стр. 74 - twas not their vulgar pride, Who, in their base contempt, the great deride ; Nor pride in learning...
Стр. 20 - ... happiest they! The moping idiot and the madman gay. Here too the sick their final doom receive, Here brought, amid the scenes of grief, to grieve, Where the loud groans from some sad chamber flow...