The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe, Том 2J. Murray, 1823 |
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... never ex- pected to be free from labour , and their present kind they think is light : they have no delicate ideas of shame , and therefore duns and hisses give them no other pain than what arises from the fear of not being trusted ...
... never ex- pected to be free from labour , and their present kind they think is light : they have no delicate ideas of shame , and therefore duns and hisses give them no other pain than what arises from the fear of not being trusted ...
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... never be induced to quit it voluntarily ; but Abel was driven to termi- nate his misery in a way which the unfixedness of his religious opinions rather accelerated than re- tarded . I am therefore not without hope that the more ...
... never be induced to quit it voluntarily ; but Abel was driven to termi- nate his misery in a way which the unfixedness of his religious opinions rather accelerated than re- tarded . I am therefore not without hope that the more ...
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... never reach . From parted clouds the moon her radiance throws On the wild waves , and all the danger shows ; But shows them beaming in her shining vest , Terrific splendour ! gloom in glory dress'd ! This for a moment , and then clouds ...
... never reach . From parted clouds the moon her radiance throws On the wild waves , and all the danger shows ; But shows them beaming in her shining vest , Terrific splendour ! gloom in glory dress'd ! This for a moment , and then clouds ...
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... never spread'st thy gray and green ; Then may'st thou see how Nature's work is done , How slowly true she lays her colours on ; When her least speck upon the hardest flint Has mark and form and is a living tint ; And so embodied with ...
... never spread'st thy gray and green ; Then may'st thou see how Nature's work is done , How slowly true she lays her colours on ; When her least speck upon the hardest flint Has mark and form and is a living tint ; And so embodied with ...
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... never yet with shilling could he part , But when it left his hand , it struck his heart . Yet , here will love its last attentions pay , And place memorials on these beds of clay . Large level stones lie flat upon the grave , And half a ...
... never yet with shilling could he part , But when it left his hand , it struck his heart . Yet , here will love its last attentions pay , And place memorials on these beds of clay . Large level stones lie flat upon the grave , And half a ...
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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.