The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeLippincott, Grambo & Company, 1852 - 510 páginas |
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... grew . But though no weed exists his garden round , From Rumex strong our Gardener frees his ground , Takes soft Senicio from the yielding land , And grasps the arm'd Urtica in his hand . Not Darwin's self had more delight to sing Of ...
... grew . But though no weed exists his garden round , From Rumex strong our Gardener frees his ground , Takes soft Senicio from the yielding land , And grasps the arm'd Urtica in his hand . Not Darwin's self had more delight to sing Of ...
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... grew ; Daily he placed the workhouse in his view ! But came not there , for sudden was his fate , He dropp'd , expiring at his cottage - gate . I feel his absence in the hours of prayer , And view his seat and sigh for Isaac there : ` I ...
... grew ; Daily he placed the workhouse in his view ! But came not there , for sudden was his fate , He dropp'd , expiring at his cottage - gate . I feel his absence in the hours of prayer , And view his seat and sigh for Isaac there : ` I ...
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... grew loud and bitter tears were shed : My part began ; a crowd drew near the place , Awe in each eye , alarm in every face : So swift the ill , and of so fierce a kind , That fear with pity mingled in each mind ; Friends with the ...
... grew loud and bitter tears were shed : My part began ; a crowd drew near the place , Awe in each eye , alarm in every face : So swift the ill , and of so fierce a kind , That fear with pity mingled in each mind ; Friends with the ...
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... grew ; Till , unemploy'd , she felt her spirits droop , And took , insidious aid ! th ' inspiring cup ; Grew poor and peevish as her powers decay'd , And propp'd the tottering frame with stronger aid , Then died ! -I saw our careful ...
... grew ; Till , unemploy'd , she felt her spirits droop , And took , insidious aid ! th ' inspiring cup ; Grew poor and peevish as her powers decay'd , And propp'd the tottering frame with stronger aid , Then died ! -I saw our careful ...
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... grew his voice , to threat'ning swell'd his look Above , below , on either side , he gazed , Amazing all , and most himself amazed : No more he read his preachments pure and plain , But lanch'd outright , and rose and sank again : At ...
... grew his voice , to threat'ning swell'd his look Above , below , on either side , he gazed , Amazing all , and most himself amazed : No more he read his preachments pure and plain , But lanch'd outright , and rose and sank again : At ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
appear'd art thou beauty behold brother call'd comfort cried dare dark dear death deed delight doubt dread earth fair fame fancy fate father fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fond Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give glory grace grave grew grief grieved happy hear heard heart heaven holy honour hope hopes and fears Hosanna humble kind knew labour lady lady saw live look look'd Lord lover maid marriage mind Muse never night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd passion peace Pindar pity pleased pleasure poison'd poor praise pride resign'd rest scene scorn seem'd shame sigh smile sorrow sought soul speak spirit spleen stood strong sweet taught terror thee thine things thou thought truth Twas vex'd virtue walk'd wife wish wish'd words wretch youth
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Página 127 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página xvii - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Página 17 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; star of the east, the horizon adorning, guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 166 - Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low!
Página 198 - Why, why is this ? Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Página 17 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
Página 17 - Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies His Head with the beasts of the stall, Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.
Página 22 - Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost : Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
Página 21 - HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee ; Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be...
Página 1 - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued ? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; No prophet bards, thy glittering courts among, Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song : But lawless Force, and meagre Want is there, And the quick-darting eye of restless Fear ; While cold Oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade.