The Poetical Works of George CrabbeH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1914 - 600 pàgines |
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Pàgina x
... beauty of Nature is of no avail to make the life of the peasant easier . But yet in other scenes , more fair in view , Where Plenty smiles - alas ! she smiles for few- And those who taste not , yet behold her store , Are as the slaves ...
... beauty of Nature is of no avail to make the life of the peasant easier . But yet in other scenes , more fair in view , Where Plenty smiles - alas ! she smiles for few- And those who taste not , yet behold her store , Are as the slaves ...
Pàgina 6
... beauty forth . Friendship may pass from age to age , And yet remain the same ; Love must in many a toil engage , And melt in lambent flame . GOLDSMITH TO THE AUTHOR ' Felix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum . ' Aldborough , 1778 . YOU ...
... beauty forth . Friendship may pass from age to age , And yet remain the same ; Love must in many a toil engage , And melt in lambent flame . GOLDSMITH TO THE AUTHOR ' Felix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum . ' Aldborough , 1778 . YOU ...
Pàgina 10
... beauty mourns her blossoms shed , Some humbler sweet may cheer the pensive swain , And simpler beauties deck the withering plain . And thus when Verse her wint'ry prospect weeps , When Pope is gone , and mighty Milton sleeps , When Gray ...
... beauty mourns her blossoms shed , Some humbler sweet may cheer the pensive swain , And simpler beauties deck the withering plain . And thus when Verse her wint'ry prospect weeps , When Pope is gone , and mighty Milton sleeps , When Gray ...
Pàgina 18
... beauty free , Curst with tame thoughts and mediocrity . Some have I found so thick beset with spots , ' Twas hard to trace their beauties through their blots ; And these , as tapers round a sick - man's room , Or passing chimes , but ...
... beauty free , Curst with tame thoughts and mediocrity . Some have I found so thick beset with spots , ' Twas hard to trace their beauties through their blots ; And these , as tapers round a sick - man's room , Or passing chimes , but ...
Pàgina 34
... beauty or their nymphs ' rehearse ; Yet still for these we frame the tender strain , Still in our lays fond Corydons complain , And shepherds ' boys their amorous pains reveal , The only pains , alas ! they never feel . On Mincio's ...
... beauty or their nymphs ' rehearse ; Yet still for these we frame the tender strain , Still in our lays fond Corydons complain , And shepherds ' boys their amorous pains reveal , The only pains , alas ! they never feel . On Mincio's ...
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Aldborough appear'd Arminian art thou beauty behold bless'd bosom breast call'd charm cold comfort cried dare deed delight Doctor Johnson doubt dread dream Duke of Rutland ease fair fame fancy fate father favour favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fled foes fond gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieved happy hear heard heart honour hope humble kind knew labour lady live look look'd lord Lord Holland Lord Robert Manners lover maid marriage mind Muse never night numbers nymph o'er OVID pain pass'd passions peace pity pleasure poison'd poor praise pride rest scenes scorn seem'd shame sigh smile soothe sorrow sought soul speak spirit spleen strong terror thee thine thou thought trembling truth twas vex'd virtue wealth wife wish'd wretched youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 128 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Pàgina vii - I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm — The sheltered cot...
Pàgina 34 - Which neither groves nor happy valleys boast; Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
Pàgina 266 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Pàgina 161 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Pàgina 292 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
Pàgina x - I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms For him that grazes or for him that farms; But when amid such pleasing scenes I trace The poor laborious natives of the place, And see the mid-day sun, with fervid ray, On their bare heads and dewy temples play; While some, with feebler heads and fainter hearts, Deplore their fortune, yet sustain their parts: Then shall I dare these real ills to hide In tinsel trappings of poetic pride?
Pàgina 320 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pàgina 64 - How fair these names, how much unlike they look To all the blurr'd subscriptions in my book: The bridegroom's letters stand in row above, Tapering yet...
Pàgina 74 - Shame knew him not, he dreaded no disgrace ; Truth, simple truth, was written in his face.