The Poetical Works of George CrabbeH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1914 - 600 pàgines |
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Pàgina x
... behold her store , Are as the slaves that dig the golden ore , The wealth around them makes them doubly poor . The true character of the life of the peasant is better reflected in the harsh , unlovely aspect of Nature than in its more ...
... behold her store , Are as the slaves that dig the golden ore , The wealth around them makes them doubly poor . The true character of the life of the peasant is better reflected in the harsh , unlovely aspect of Nature than in its more ...
Pàgina xi
... Behold them , leaning on their scythes , look o'er The labour past , and toils to come explore ; See them alternate suns and showers engage , And hoard up aches and anguish for their age ; Yet grant them health , ' tis not for us to ...
... Behold them , leaning on their scythes , look o'er The labour past , and toils to come explore ; See them alternate suns and showers engage , And hoard up aches and anguish for their age ; Yet grant them health , ' tis not for us to ...
Pàgina 28
... behold yon slender frames , hurl'd , And holy wrath inflamed a sinful world : - Dull though impatient , peevish though de- vout , With wit disgusting and despised without ; Saints in design , in execution men , names ; Where no fair ...
... behold yon slender frames , hurl'd , And holy wrath inflamed a sinful world : - Dull though impatient , peevish though de- vout , With wit disgusting and despised without ; Saints in design , in execution men , names ; Where no fair ...
Pàgina 38
... behold the mourners come , Sedately torpid and devoutly dumb ; The village children now their games suspend , To see the bier that bears their ancient friend ; For he was one in all their idle sport , And like a monarch ruled their ...
... behold the mourners come , Sedately torpid and devoutly dumb ; The village children now their games suspend , To see the bier that bears their ancient friend ; For he was one in all their idle sport , And like a monarch ruled their ...
Pàgina 46
... behold , And stay for tidings , till they're three days old : That day arrives ; no welcome post appears , But the dull morn a sullen aspect wears ; We meet , but ah ! without our wonted smile , To talk of headaches , and complain of ...
... behold , And stay for tidings , till they're three days old : That day arrives ; no welcome post appears , But the dull morn a sullen aspect wears ; We meet , but ah ! without our wonted smile , To talk of headaches , and complain of ...
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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.