Poems, Volum 2The University Press, 1906 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
A&t II answer'd appear'd art thou beauty behold bless'd bosom brother caliph call'd cold comfort confess'd Conscience Crabbe Crabbe II cried crime dæmons dare dear delight disdain distress'd dread ease fair faithful fancy fate father favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd folly fond Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE grace grave grew grief grieved happy hast hear heard heart hope humble John Dighton Julius Cæsar kind knew lady lady saw live look look'd lover maid Merchant of Venice mind mother nymph o'er pain pass'd passion peace pity pleased pleasure poison'd poor possess'd praise pray'd pride remain'd replied resign'd rest Richard III Scene scorn seem'd shame sigh smile sorrow sought soul speak spirit spleen spoke squire strong TALE thee thou thought told truth Twas vex'd vile wife wish'd youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 87 - God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Pàgina 27 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Pàgina 185 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Pàgina 138 - Here a grave Flora scarcely deigns to bloom, Nor wears a rosy blush, nor sheds perfume; The few dull flowers that o'er the place are spread Partake the nature of their fenny bed; Here on its wiry stem, in rigid bloom, Grows the salt lavender that lacks perfume ; Here the dwarf sallows creep, the septfoil harsh, And the soft slimy mallow of the marsh; Low on the ear the distant billows sound, And just in view appears their stony bound; No hedge nor tree conceals the glowing sun, Birds, save a wat'ry...
Pàgina 345 - I loved to walk where none had walk'd before, About the rocks that ran along the shore ; Or far beyond the sight of men to stray, And take my pleasure when I lost my way ; For then '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 gray curlew, Who with wild notes my fancied power defied, And mock'd the dreams of solitary...
Pàgina 102 - But when the men beside their station took, The maidens with them, and with these the cook; When one huge wooden bowl before them stood, Fill'd with huge balls of farinaceous food; With bacon, mass saline, where never lean Beneath the brown and bristly rind was seen When, from a single horn the party drew Their copious draughts of heavy ale and new; When the coarse cloth she saw, with many a stain...
Pàgina 67 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Pàgina 211 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Pàgina 251 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends...
Pàgina 95 - I must see The man in terrors, who aspires to me : At my forbidding frown his heart must ache, His tongue must falter, and his frame must shake; And if I grant him at my feet to kneel, What trembling fearful pleasure must he feel! Nay, such the rapture that my smiles inspire That reason's self must for a time retire.