The Poetical Works of George Crabbe: With LifeThomas Holmes, 1899 - 496 páginas |
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... true religion , to which he remained sincerely attached throughout his whole life . Nothing can be more humble or earnest than his prayers , while his prospects in London were so dark : and of his first book he writes to his future wife ...
... true religion , to which he remained sincerely attached throughout his whole life . Nothing can be more humble or earnest than his prayers , while his prospects in London were so dark : and of his first book he writes to his future wife ...
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... true chroniclers of our country . A change for the better in many respects has taken place since our poet described the Village and the Borough . Less ignorance , less grossness in vice , less vulgarity in manner , distinguish the most ...
... true chroniclers of our country . A change for the better in many respects has taken place since our poet described the Village and the Borough . Less ignorance , less grossness in vice , less vulgarity in manner , distinguish the most ...
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... true old original Blue Boar ! " - These are the arts by which a thousand live , Where Truth may smile , and Justice may forgive : — But when , amidst this rabble rout , we find A puffing poet to his honour blind ; Who slily drops ...
... true old original Blue Boar ! " - These are the arts by which a thousand live , Where Truth may smile , and Justice may forgive : — But when , amidst this rabble rout , we find A puffing poet to his honour blind ; Who slily drops ...
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... true Poets lie , These cannot live , and they shall never die ; Hapless the lad whose mind such dreams invade , And win to verse the talents due to trade . Curb then , O youth ! these raptures as they rise , Keep down the evil spirit ...
... true Poets lie , These cannot live , and they shall never die ; Hapless the lad whose mind such dreams invade , And win to verse the talents due to trade . Curb then , O youth ! these raptures as they rise , Keep down the evil spirit ...
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... true physician walks the foulest ward . See ! on the floor , what frousy patches rest ! What nauseous fragments on yon fractured chest ! What downy dust beneath yon window - seat ! And round these posts that serve this bed for feet ...
... true physician walks the foulest ward . See ! on the floor , what frousy patches rest ! What nauseous fragments on yon fractured chest ! What downy dust beneath yon window - seat ! And round these posts that serve this bed for feet ...
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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...