The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Five Volumes. Vol. I. [-V.].John Murray, Albemarle-Street., 1823 |
Inni boken
Resultat 1-5 av 14
Side 68
... grieved for long neglect in earlier times , " Some sad from frailties , some lamenting crimes ; 66 Thinking , with sorrow , on the season lent " For noble purpose , and in trifling spent ; “ And now , at last , when they in earnest view ...
... grieved for long neglect in earlier times , " Some sad from frailties , some lamenting crimes ; 66 Thinking , with sorrow , on the season lent " For noble purpose , and in trifling spent ; “ And now , at last , when they in earnest view ...
Side 71
... grieved they fell ; 66 Judging ourselves , we to our minds recall , " Not how we fell , but how we grieved to fall . " Or could this man , so vex'd in early BOOK III . 71 BOYS AT SCHOOL .
... grieved they fell ; 66 Judging ourselves , we to our minds recall , " Not how we fell , but how we grieved to fall . " Or could this man , so vex'd in early BOOK III . 71 BOYS AT SCHOOL .
Side 104
... grieved to say her parents could neglect " Her education ! - ' twas a sore defect ; 66 She , who had ever such a vast delight “ To learn , and now could neither read nor write : " But hear she could , and from our stores I took ...
... grieved to say her parents could neglect " Her education ! - ' twas a sore defect ; 66 She , who had ever such a vast delight “ To learn , and now could neither read nor write : " But hear she could , and from our stores I took ...
Side 109
... grieved and waited , hoped and loved . " Now , my young friend , when of such state I speak " As one of danger , you will be to seek ; " You know not , Richard , where the danger lies " In loving hearts , kind words , and speaking eyes ...
... grieved and waited , hoped and loved . " Now , my young friend , when of such state I speak " As one of danger , you will be to seek ; " You know not , Richard , where the danger lies " In loving hearts , kind words , and speaking eyes ...
Side 113
... " When she inform'd us that she never grieved , " But was right merry , then her head was wild , " And grief had gain'd possession of my child ; VOL . IV . I " Yet , though bewilder'd for a time , and BOOK V. 113 RUTH .
... " When she inform'd us that she never grieved , " But was right merry , then her head was wild , " And grief had gain'd possession of my child ; VOL . IV . I " Yet , though bewilder'd for a time , and BOOK V. 113 RUTH .
Andre utgaver - Vis alle
The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe in Eight Volumes, Volum 4 George Crabbe Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1823 |
The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Five Volumes. Vol. I. [-V.]. George Crabbe Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1823 |
The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Five Volumes. Vol. I. [-V.]. George Crabbe Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1823 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
answer'd appear'd art thou ask'd Augusta beauty behold bliss bosom Brother call'd cold comfort cried dear delight distress dread dreams dropt Duchess of Rutland ease fancy fate father favourite fear fear'd feel felt fill'd Finch fix'd fond gain'd gave gentle George GEORGE CRABBE girl give gout grace grew grief grieved HALL hast hear heard heart hope hopes and fears humble Jane judged kind knew lady live look look'd lost lover Lucy maid MAID'S STORY marriage mind mix'd mother never nymph o'er pain peace pleasure poison'd poor possess'd praise pride resign'd return'd Richard seem'd shame sigh sigh'd sister smile sorrow sought soul spirit spleen spoke squire strong sure sweet talk'd taste tell tender thee things thou thought told took true truth turn'd Twas vex'd wife wish wish'd youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 231 - And let affection find the place. Oh ! take me from a world I hate, — Men cruel, selfish, sensual, cold ; And, in some pure and blessed state, Let me my sister minds behold : From gross and sordid views refined, Our heaven of spotless love to share, — For only generous souls design'd, And not a man to meet us there.
Side 122 - Her father thinking what his child would feel " ' From his hard sentence — still she came not home. " ' The night grew dark, and yet she was not come ; "
Side 229 - Oh ! let the herbs I loved to rear " ' Give to my sense their perfumed breath ; " ' Let them be placed about my bier, " ' And grace the gloomy house of death. " ' I'll have my grave beneath a hill, " ' Where, only Lucy's self shall know ; " ' Where runs the pure pellucid rill " ' Upon its gravelly bed below...
Side 230 - Nor for new guest that bed be made. There will the lark, the lamb, in sport, In air, on earth, securely play; And Lucy to my grave resort, As innocent, but not so gay. I will not have the churchyard ground With bones all black and ugly grown. To press ray shivering body round, Or on my wasted limbs be thrown.
Side 99 - And calmly rode the restless waves among. Nor pleased it less around me to behold, Far up the beach, the yesty sea-foam roll'd; Or from the shore upborn, to see on high, Its frothy flakes in wild confusion fly : While the salt spray that clashing billows form, Gave to the taste a feeling of the storm.
Side 277 - And bless'd the shower that gave me not to choose. In fact, I felt a languor stealing on ; The active arm, the agile hand were gone ; Small daily actions into habits grew, And new dislike to forms and fashions new : I loved my trees in order to dispose, I number'd peaches, look'd how stocks arose, Told the same story oft— in short, began to prose.
Side 329 - There is, I feel there is, a world beside ! " Martha, dear Martha ! we shall hear not then " Of hearts distress'd by good or evil men, " But all will constant, tender, faithful be...
Side 297 - Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys, " Are never valued till they make a noise ; " To show how trusted, they their power display; " To show how worthy, they the trust betray; " Like pence in children's pockets secrets lie " In female bosoms— they must burn or fly.
Side 276 - I rode or walk'd as I was wont before, " But now the bounding spirit was no more ; " A moderate pace would now my body heat, " A walk of moderate length distress my feet.
Side 229 - I'll have my grave beneath a hill, Where only Lucy's self shall know, Where runs the pure pellucid rill Upon its gravelly bed below : There violets on the borders blow, And insects their soft light display, Till, as the morning sunbeams glow, The cold phosphoric fires decay. That is the grave to Lucy shown, The soil a pure and silver sand ; The green cold moss above it grown, Unpluck'd of all but maiden hand. In...