The Poetical Works of George Crabbe: With LifeThomas Holmes, 1899 - 496 páginas |
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... poor parishioner who required his services , and from his know- ledge of human nature , he was able in a remarkable man- ner to throw himself into the circumstance of those who needed his help . " To his popularity as a pastor , his re ...
... poor parishioner who required his services , and from his know- ledge of human nature , he was able in a remarkable man- ner to throw himself into the circumstance of those who needed his help . " To his popularity as a pastor , his re ...
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... Poor and their Dwellings , Clelia , Benbow , . 189 194 199 205 Letter XIX . The Poor of the Borough : The.
... Poor and their Dwellings , Clelia , Benbow , . 189 194 199 205 Letter XIX . The Poor of the Borough : The.
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... poor and troubled source from which they flow ; Where most he triumphs we his wants perceive , And for his weakness in his wisdom grieve . But though imperfect all ; yet wisdom loves This seat serene , and virtue's self approves ...
... poor and troubled source from which they flow ; Where most he triumphs we his wants perceive , And for his weakness in his wisdom grieve . But though imperfect all ; yet wisdom loves This seat serene , and virtue's self approves ...
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... poor , ignorant , and rude ; Then , as his state improves , their pages swell , And all its cares , and all its comforts , tell : Here we behold how inexperience buys , At little price , the wisdom of the wise ; Without the troubles of ...
... poor , ignorant , and rude ; Then , as his state improves , their pages swell , And all its cares , and all its comforts , tell : Here we behold how inexperience buys , At little price , the wisdom of the wise ; Without the troubles of ...
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... Poor : their Apothecary - The dying Pauper - The Village Priest . past , THE Village Life , and every care that reigns O'er youthful peasants and declining swains ; What labour yields , and what , that labour Age , in its hour of ...
... Poor : their Apothecary - The dying Pauper - The Village Priest . past , THE Village Life , and every care that reigns O'er youthful peasants and declining swains ; What labour yields , and what , that labour Age , in its hour of ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
appear'd Arminian art thou beauty behold bless'd bosom breast call'd Calvinistic charms comfort Conscience cried crime dare deed delight disdain dread ease fair fame fancy fate father favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fled foes folly fond friendly pair Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieved happy hear heart honour hope hour humble John Dighton kind knew labour lady Lady saw live look look'd maid marriage mind Muse never numbers nymph o'er OVID pain pass'd passions peace pity pleased pleasure poison'd poor praise pride priest proud rapture rest round scenes scorn seem'd shame sigh slave smile soothe sorrow soul speak spirit spleen strong tears terror thee thine thou thought trembling truth Twas vex'd vile virtue wealth wife wretch youth
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Página 175 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Página 236 - ... and, in the sultry day, Through the tall bounding Mud-banks made their way, Which on each side rose swelling, and below The dark warm Flood ran silently and slow ; There anchoring, Peter chose from Man to hide, There hang his Head, and view the lazy Tide In its hot slimy Channel slowly glide; Where the small Eels that left the deeper way For the warm Shore, within the Shallows play ; Where gaping Muscles, left upon the Mud, Slope...
Página 58 - Lo ! now with red rent cloak and bonnet black, And torn green gown loose hanging at her back, One who an infant in her arms sustains, And seems in patience striving with her pains...
Página 21 - And, skill'd at whist, devotes the night to play: Then, while such honours bloom around his head, Shall he sit sadly by the sick man's bed, To raise the hope he feels not, or with zeal To combat fears that e'en the pious feel? Now once again the gloomy scene explore, Less gloomy now; the bitter hour is o'er, The man of many sorrows sighs no more...
Página 246 - Pierced by no crime, and urged by no desire For more than true and honest hearts require, They feel the calm delight, and thus proceed Through the green lane, then linger in the mead Stray o'er the heath in all its purple bloom, And pluck the blossom where the wild bees hum ; Then through the broomy bound with ease they pass, And press the sandy sheep-walk's slender grass, Where dwarfish flowers among the gorse are spread, And the lamb browses by the linnet's bed...
Página 137 - And yet they'll buy a patent, and succeed ; Will dare to promise dying sufferers aid, — For who, when dead, can threaten or upbraid ? With cruel avarice still they recommend More draughts, more syrup, to the journey's end : 'I feel it not ;' — 'Then take it every hour.' — 'It makes me worse ;' — 'Why, then it shows its power.' 'I fear to die ;' — 'Let not your spirits sink, 'You're always safe, while you believe and drink.
Página 206 - That giant-building, that high-bounding wall, Those bare-worn walks, that lofty thund'ring hall ! That large loud clock, which tolls each dreaded hour, Those gates and locks, and all those signs of power : It is a prison, with a milder name, Which few inhabit without dread or shame.
Página 20 - Who with mock patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain, and that alone, can cure; How would ye bear in real pain to lie, Despised, neglected, left alone to die ? How would ye bear to draw your latest breath Where all that's wretched paves the way for death...
Página 74 - twas not their vulgar pride, Who, in their base contempt, the great deride ; Nor pride in learning...
Página 20 - ... happiest they! The moping idiot and the madman gay. Here too the sick their final doom receive, Here brought, amid the scenes of grief, to grieve, Where the loud groans from some sad chamber flow...