The Poetical Works of George CrabbeH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1914 - 600 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... thou ! and in thy scale of taste , Weigh gout and gravel against ale and rest ; Call vulgar palates what thou judgest so ; Say beer is heavy , windy , cold , and slow ; Laugh at poor sots with insolent pretence , Yet cry , when tortured ...
... thou ! and in thy scale of taste , Weigh gout and gravel against ale and rest ; Call vulgar palates what thou judgest so ; Say beer is heavy , windy , cold , and slow ; Laugh at poor sots with insolent pretence , Yet cry , when tortured ...
Pàgina 6
... Thou ! who taught my infant eye To pierce the air , and view the sky , To see my God in earth and seas , To hear him in the vernal breeze , To know him midnight thoughts among , O guide my soul , and aid my song . Spirit of Light ! do thou ...
... Thou ! who taught my infant eye To pierce the air , and view the sky , To see my God in earth and seas , To hear him in the vernal breeze , To know him midnight thoughts among , O guide my soul , and aid my song . Spirit of Light ! do thou ...
Pàgina 7
... thou tread'st too grand for thee ? This globe that turns thee , on her agile wheel Moves by deep springs , which thou canst never feel : Her day and night , her centre and her sun , Untraced by thee , their annual courses run . A busy ...
... thou tread'st too grand for thee ? This globe that turns thee , on her agile wheel Moves by deep springs , which thou canst never feel : Her day and night , her centre and her sun , Untraced by thee , their annual courses run . A busy ...
Pàgina 8
... Thou dear and yet tremendous God , Whose glory pride reviles ; How did'st thou change thy awful rod To pard'ning grace and smiles ! Shut up with sin , with shame , below , I trust , this bondage past , A great , a glorious change to ...
... Thou dear and yet tremendous God , Whose glory pride reviles ; How did'st thou change thy awful rod To pard'ning grace and smiles ! Shut up with sin , with shame , below , I trust , this bondage past , A great , a glorious change to ...
Pàgina 9
... thou ? No St. John take thy part ; No potent Dean commends thy head or heart ! What gain'st thou but the praises of the poor ? What serves the clock ? ' To warn the care- They bribe no milkman to thy lofty door , less crew How much in ...
... thou ? No St. John take thy part ; No potent Dean commends thy head or heart ! What gain'st thou but the praises of the poor ? What serves the clock ? ' To warn the care- They bribe no milkman to thy lofty door , less crew How much in ...
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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.