The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volum 6J. Murray, 1834 - 336 pàgines |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 9 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Pàgina 17 - Parish, which the elder and richer had purchased as a place of retirement for his declining age; and there tell each other their own history, and then that of their guests, neighbours, and acquaintances. The senior is much the richer, and a bachelor — having been a little distasted with the sex by the unlucky result of a very extravagant passion. He is, moreover, rather too reserved, and somewhat Toryish, though with an excellent heart and a powerful understanding. The younger is very sensible...
Pàgina 289 - There is, I feel there is, a world beside ! " Martha, dear Martha ! we shall hear not then " Of hearts distress'd by good or evil men, " But all will constant, tender, faithful be...
Pàgina 202 - I'll have my grave beneath an hill, Where, only Lucy's self shall know ; Where runs the pure pellucid rill Upon its gravelly bed below ; There violets on the borders blow, And insects their soft light display, Till, as the morning sun-beams glow, The cold phosphoric fires decay.
Pàgina 243 - Six years had pass'd, and forty ere the six, " When Time began to play his usual tricks : " The locks once comely in a virgin's sight, " Locks of pure brown, display'd th...
Pàgina 244 - At a friend's mansion I began to dread " The cold neat parlour, and the gay glazed bed; " At home I felt a more, decided taste, " And must have all things in my order placed; " I ceased to hunt, my horses pleased me less,
Pàgina 43 - like horses on the road, " Must well be lash'd before they take the load ; " They may be willing for a time to run, " But you must whip them ere the work be done : " To tell a boy, that, if he will improve, " His friends will praise him, and his parents...
Pàgina 90 - With eager scream, or when they dropping gave " Their closing wings to sail upon the wave : " Then as the winds and waters raged around, " And breaking billows mix'd their deafening sound, " They on the rolling deep securely hung, " And calmly rode the restless waves among. " Nor pleased it less around me to behold, " Far up the beach, the yesty sea-foam roll'd ; " Or from the shore upborne, to see on high, " Its frothy flake's in wild- confusion fly : " While the salt spray that clashing billows...
Pàgina 89 - twas mine to trace the hilly heath, And all the mossy moor that lies beneath : Here had I favourite stations, where I stood And heard the murmurs of the ocean-flood, With not a sound beside, except when flew Aloft the lapwing, or the...
Pàgina 250 - A pleasant, sturdy disputant was he,. Who had a daughter — such the Fates decree, To prove how weak is man— poor yielding man, like me. Time after time the maid went out and in, Ere love was yet beginning to begin ; The first awakening .proof the early doubt, Rose from observing she went in and out.