The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Eight Volumes, Zväzok 3John Murray, 1823 |
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Strana 33
... virtues few ; - He sometimes help'd the injured in their cause ; His power and purse have back'd the failing laws ; He for religion has a due respect , And all his serious notions are correct ; Although he pray'd and languish'd for a ...
... virtues few ; - He sometimes help'd the injured in their cause ; His power and purse have back'd the failing laws ; He for religion has a due respect , And all his serious notions are correct ; Although he pray'd and languish'd for a ...
Strana 43
... virtue fix to keep the mind in awe , He first inveigles youth to walk astray , Next prompts and soothes them in their fatal way , Then vindicates the deed , and makes the mind his prey . Unhappy man ! what pains he takes to state ...
... virtue fix to keep the mind in awe , He first inveigles youth to walk astray , Next prompts and soothes them in their fatal way , Then vindicates the deed , and makes the mind his prey . Unhappy man ! what pains he takes to state ...
Strana 52
... virtue were not all sublime , Nor virtuous all her thoughts ; ' twas now her time To bait each hook , in every way to please , And the rich prize with dext'rous hand to seize . She had no virgin - terrors ; she could stray In all love's ...
... virtue were not all sublime , Nor virtuous all her thoughts ; ' twas now her time To bait each hook , in every way to please , And the rich prize with dext'rous hand to seize . She had no virgin - terrors ; she could stray In all love's ...
Strana 57
... virtue never wins their praise ; But still they on their ancient joys dilate , Still with regret departed glories state , And mourn their grievous fall , and curse their rigorous fate . THE BOROUGH . LETTER XVI . INHABITANTS OF THE ALMS ...
... virtue never wins their praise ; But still they on their ancient joys dilate , Still with regret departed glories state , And mourn their grievous fall , and curse their rigorous fate . THE BOROUGH . LETTER XVI . INHABITANTS OF THE ALMS ...
Strana 59
... virtue , I would swear by thy face ; my oath should be by this fire . Oh ! thou'rt a perpetual triumph , thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches , walking in a night betwixt tavern and tavern . Shakspeare . Ebrietas ...
... virtue , I would swear by thy face ; my oath should be by this fire . Oh ! thou'rt a perpetual triumph , thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and torches , walking in a night betwixt tavern and tavern . Shakspeare . Ebrietas ...
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Abel behold Benbow Blaney BOROUGH Claudian clerk comfort compell'd cried crime dared deed delight Denys Brand dread dreams dwell ease evil fame fate fear fear'd feel felt fix'd foes Frederick Thompson gain'd give grew grief grieve grievous groan hear heart honour hope hour humble Jachin John Bunyan journey's end Juvenal kind knew labour lads LETTER live look look'd man's meads of asphodel mind misery Murrey never night nymph o'er once pain pass'd passions Peter PETER GRIMES pity pleasure poison'd poor praise pride Ratafia repent rest scenes scorn seat seem'd shame sigh sigh'd Sir Denys slave sleep smile soothed sorrow sought soul spirit spleen terrors thee thou thought took trembling tried turn'd twas vex'd vicar vice vile virtue walk'd wealth worth wretched youth
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Strana 19 - 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!
Strana 189 - 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.
Strana 155 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Strana 199 - twixt heart and heart, When the dear friends had nothing to impart : — All! all! are over; — now th' accomplish' d maid Longs for the world, of nothing there afraid : Dreams of delight invade her gentle breast, And fancied lovers rob the heart of rest ; 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...
Strana 158 - Peter dropp'd his oar, Fled from his boat and sought for prey on shore; Oft up the hedge-row glided, on his back Bearing the orchard's produce in a sack, Or farm-yard load, tugg'd fiercely from the stack; And as these wrongs to greater numbers rose, The more he look'd on all men as his foes. 50 He built a mud-wall'd hovel...
Strana 189 - 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...
Strana 188 - Tokens of bliss ! Oh ! horrible ! a wave Roars as it rises— Save me, Edward '. save ! She cries :— Alas ! the watchman on his way Calls, and lets in — truth, terror, and the day ! STROLLING PLAYERS.
Strana 164 - 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 their slow passage to the fallen flood; — Here dull and hopeless he'd lie down and trace How sidelong crabs had scrawl'd their crooked race, 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...
Strana 186 - Nay, there's a charm beyond what nature shows, The bloom is softer and more sweetly glows; — 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...
Strana 6 - Not warn'd by misery, not enrich' d by gain; Whom justice pitying, chides from place to place, A wandering, careless, wretched, merry race, Who cheerful looks assume, and play the parts Of happy Rovers with repining hearts ; Then cast off care, and in the mimic pain Of tragic...