The Poetical Works of George Crabbe: With LifeThomas Holmes, 1899 - 496 sider |
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... once again the gloomy scene explore , Less gloomy now ; the bitter hour is o'er , The man of many sorrows sighs no more.- Up yonder hill , behold how sadly slow The bier moves winding from the vale below : There lie the happy dead ...
... once again the gloomy scene explore , Less gloomy now ; the bitter hour is o'er , The man of many sorrows sighs no more.- Up yonder hill , behold how sadly slow The bier moves winding from the vale below : There lie the happy dead ...
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... once - triumphant Nine ? Alas ! new charms the wavering many gain , And rival sheets the reader's eye detain ; A daily swarm , that banish every Muse , Come flying forth , and mortals call them NEWS : For these , unread , the noblest ...
... once - triumphant Nine ? Alas ! new charms the wavering many gain , And rival sheets the reader's eye detain ; A daily swarm , that banish every Muse , Come flying forth , and mortals call them NEWS : For these , unread , the noblest ...
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... once , -O avarice of words ! When thousand starving minds such manna seek , To drop the precious food but once a week . Endless it were to sing the powers of all , Their names , their numbers ; how they rise and fall : Like baneful ...
... once , -O avarice of words ! When thousand starving minds such manna seek , To drop the precious food but once a week . Endless it were to sing the powers of all , Their names , their numbers ; how they rise and fall : Like baneful ...
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... Once in the week , a vacant day behold , And stay for tidings , till they're three days old : That day arrives ; no welcome post appears , But the dull morn a sullen aspect wears : We meet , but ah ! without our wonted smile , To talk ...
... Once in the week , a vacant day behold , And stay for tidings , till they're three days old : That day arrives ; no welcome post appears , But the dull morn a sullen aspect wears : We meet , but ah ! without our wonted smile , To talk ...
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... once alone the lofty style , The well - known boast , that ceased to raise a smile : Now all the province of that tribe invade , And we abound in quacks of every trade . The simple barber , once an honest name , Cervantes founded ...
... once alone the lofty style , The well - known boast , that ceased to raise a smile : Now all the province of that tribe invade , And we abound in quacks of every trade . The simple barber , once an honest name , Cervantes founded ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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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Side 175 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 74 - twas not their vulgar pride, Who, in their base contempt, the great deride ; Nor pride in learning...
Side 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...