The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe, Том 2J. Murray, 1823 |
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... hour , when fishing through the tide , The weary husband throws his freight aside ; A living mass , which now demands the wife , Th'alternate labours of their humble life . Can scenes like these withdraw thee from thy wood , Thy upland ...
... hour , when fishing through the tide , The weary husband throws his freight aside ; A living mass , which now demands the wife , Th'alternate labours of their humble life . Can scenes like these withdraw thee from thy wood , Thy upland ...
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... hours ; Sailors and lasses from the town attend , The servant - lover , the apprentice - friend ; With all the idle social tribes who seek , And find their humble pleasures once a week . Turn to the watery world ! —but who to thee ( A ...
... hours ; Sailors and lasses from the town attend , The servant - lover , the apprentice - friend ; With all the idle social tribes who seek , And find their humble pleasures once a week . Turn to the watery world ! —but who to thee ( A ...
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... hours at sober whist ; The tavern's pleasure or the concert's charm Unnumber'd moments of their sting disarm ; Play - bills and open doors a crowd invite , To pass off one dread portion of the night ; And show and song and luxury ...
... hours at sober whist ; The tavern's pleasure or the concert's charm Unnumber'd moments of their sting disarm ; Play - bills and open doors a crowd invite , To pass off one dread portion of the night ; And show and song and luxury ...
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... hours shall thy presuming hand Th ' effect of three slow centuries command ? ( 1 ) Thou may'st thy various greens and grays contrive , They But are not lichens , nor like aught alive ; — yet proceed , and when thy tints are lost , Fled ...
... hours shall thy presuming hand Th ' effect of three slow centuries command ? ( 1 ) Thou may'st thy various greens and grays contrive , They But are not lichens , nor like aught alive ; — yet proceed , and when thy tints are lost , Fled ...
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... hour of pain to cheer ; Apart she sigh'd ; alone , she shed the tear ; Then , as if breaking from a cloud , she gave Fresh light , and gilt the prospect of the grave . One day he lighter seem'd , and they forgot The care , the dread ...
... hour of pain to cheer ; Apart she sigh'd ; alone , she shed the tear ; Then , as if breaking from a cloud , she gave Fresh light , and gilt the prospect of the grave . One day he lighter seem'd , and they forgot The care , the dread ...
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The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Five Volumes. Vol. I. [-V.]. George Crabbe Полный просмотр - 1823 |
The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Five Volumes. Vol. I. [-V.]. George Crabbe Полный просмотр - 1823 |
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Стр. 375 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Стр. 205 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Стр. 350 - Or sadly listen to the tuneless cry Of fishing gull or clanging golden-eye; What time the sea-birds to the marsh would come, And the loud bittern, from the bull-rush home, Gave from the salt ditch side the bellowing boom...
Стр. 385 - At the paternal door a carriage stands, Love knits their hearts and Hymen joins their hands. Ah ! — world unknown ! how charming is thy view, Thy pleasures many, and each pleasure new : Ah ! — world experienced ! what of thee is told ? How few thy pleasures, and those few how old...
Стр. 10 - Then the broad bosom of the Ocean keeps An equal motion; swelling as it sleeps, Then slowly sinking; curling to the Strand, Faint, lazy Waves o'ercreep the ridgy Sand, Or tap the tarry Boat with gentle blow, And back return in silence, smooth and slow.
Стр. 30 - I go," he said ; but as he spoke, she found His hand more cold, and fluttering was the sound ; Then...
Стр. 375 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Стр. 11 - But nearer land you may the billows trace, As if contending in their watery chase ; May watch the mightiest till the shoal they reach, Then break and hurry to their utmost stretch ; CuiTd as they come, they strike with furious force, And then re-flowing, take their grating course, Raking the rounded flints, which ages past Roll'd by their rage, and shall to ages last.
Стр. 5 - With ceaseless motion comes and goes the tide, Flowing, it fills the channel vast and wide ; Then back to sea, with strong majestic sweep It rolls, in ebb yet terrible and deep ; Here sampire-banks (v) and salt-wort <•') bound the flood, There stakes and sea-weeds withering on the mud ; And higher up, a ridge of all things base, Which some strong tide has roll'd upon the place.
Стр. 6 - See! the long keel, which soon the waves must hide; See! the strong ribs which form the roomy side; Bolts yielding slowly to the sturdiest stroke, And planks which curve and crackle in the smoke. Around the whole rise cloudy wreaths, and far Bear the warm pungence of o'er-boiling tar.