The Poetical Works of George CrabbeH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1914 - 600 pàgines |
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Pàgina 5
... pity in return implore . But if she ' s cold to my request , Ye louder Winds , proclaim the rest- My sighs , my tears , my griefs proclaim , And speak in strongest notes my flame . Still if she rests in mute disdain , And thinks I feel ...
... pity in return implore . But if she ' s cold to my request , Ye louder Winds , proclaim the rest- My sighs , my tears , my griefs proclaim , And speak in strongest notes my flame . Still if she rests in mute disdain , And thinks I feel ...
Pàgina 10
... pity in my breast ! And pleaded self - who ever pleads the best : No ! thank my stars , my misery ' s all my own , - To friends - to family - to foes unknown : Who hates my verse , and damns the mean design , Shall wound no peace ...
... pity in my breast ! And pleaded self - who ever pleads the best : No ! thank my stars , my misery ' s all my own , - To friends - to family - to foes unknown : Who hates my verse , and damns the mean design , Shall wound no peace ...
Pàgina 11
... Pity confined , but not less warm , impart , And unresisted win thy noble heart : Nor deem I rob thy soul of Britain's share , Because I hope to have some interest there ; Still wilt thou shine on all a fostering sun , Though with more ...
... Pity confined , but not less warm , impart , And unresisted win thy noble heart : Nor deem I rob thy soul of Britain's share , Because I hope to have some interest there ; Still wilt thou shine on all a fostering sun , Though with more ...
Pàgina 12
... pity , and becomes my friend ; She bids each cold and dull reflection flee , And yields her Shelburne to distress and me ! - AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND [ 1780 ] WHY , true , thou say'st the fools at Court denied , Growl vengeance , and then ...
... pity , and becomes my friend ; She bids each cold and dull reflection flee , And yields her Shelburne to distress and me ! - AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND [ 1780 ] WHY , true , thou say'st the fools at Court denied , Growl vengeance , and then ...
Pàgina 31
... Pity with weeping eye surveys her bowl , Her anger swells , her terror chills the soul ; She makes the vile to virtue yield applause , And own her sceptre while they break her laws ; For vice in others is abhorr'd of all , And villains ...
... Pity with weeping eye surveys her bowl , Her anger swells , her terror chills the soul ; She makes the vile to virtue yield applause , And own her sceptre while they break her laws ; For vice in others is abhorr'd of all , And villains ...
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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.