The Poetical Works of George CrabbeH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1914 - 600 sider |
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... look o'er The labour past , and toils to come explore ; See them alternate suns and showers engage , And hoard up aches and anguish for their age ; Through fens and marshy moors their steps pursue , When their warm pores imbibe the ...
... look o'er The labour past , and toils to come explore ; See them alternate suns and showers engage , And hoard up aches and anguish for their age ; Through fens and marshy moors their steps pursue , When their warm pores imbibe the ...
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... look Pleased on a paper , who abhor a book ; Those , who ne'er deign'd their Bible to peruse , Would think it hard to be denied their news ; Sinners and saints , the wisest with the weak , Here mingle tastes , and one amusement seek ...
... look Pleased on a paper , who abhor a book ; Those , who ne'er deign'd their Bible to peruse , Would think it hard to be denied their news ; Sinners and saints , the wisest with the weak , Here mingle tastes , and one amusement seek ...
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... look , the wandering appetite ; The joy assumed , while sorrow dimm'd the eyes , The forced sad smiles that follow'd sudden sighs ; And every art , long used , but used in vain , To hide thy progress , Nature , and thy pain . Too eager ...
... look , the wandering appetite ; The joy assumed , while sorrow dimm'd the eyes , The forced sad smiles that follow'd sudden sighs ; And every art , long used , but used in vain , To hide thy progress , Nature , and thy pain . Too eager ...
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... look'd about , they gravely spoke to all And not one Richard answer'd to the call . Next they inquired the day , when , passing by , Th ' unlucky peasant heard the stranger's cry ; This known , -how food and raiment they might give ...
... look'd about , they gravely spoke to all And not one Richard answer'd to the call . Next they inquired the day , when , passing by , Th ' unlucky peasant heard the stranger's cry ; This known , -how food and raiment they might give ...
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... look'd the rage that rankled in his heart ; ( So will each lover inly curse his fate , Too soon made happy and made wise too late :) I saw his features take a savage gloom , And deeply threaten for the days to come . Low spake the lass ...
... look'd the rage that rankled in his heart ; ( So will each lover inly curse his fate , Too soon made happy and made wise too late :) I saw his features take a savage gloom , And deeply threaten for the days to come . Low spake the lass ...
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Aldborough appear'd Arminian art thou beauty behold bless'd bosom breast call'd charm cold comfort cried dare deed delight Doctor Johnson doubt dread dream Duke of Rutland ease fair fame fancy fate father favour favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fled foes fond gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieved happy hear heard heart honour hope humble kind knew labour lady live look look'd lord Lord Holland Lord Robert Manners lover maid marriage mind Muse never night numbers nymph o'er OVID pain pass'd passions peace pity pleasure poison'd poor praise pride rest scenes scorn seem'd shame sigh smile soothe sorrow sought soul speak spirit spleen strong terror thee thine thou thought trembling truth twas vex'd virtue wealth wife wish'd wretched youth
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Side 128 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Side vii - I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm — The sheltered cot...
Side 34 - Which neither groves nor happy valleys boast; Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
Side 266 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Side 161 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Side 292 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
Side x - I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms For him that grazes or for him that farms; But when amid such pleasing scenes I trace The poor laborious natives of the place, And see the mid-day sun, with fervid ray, On their bare heads and dewy temples play; While some, with feebler heads and fainter hearts, Deplore their fortune, yet sustain their parts: Then shall I dare these real ills to hide In tinsel trappings of poetic pride?
Side 320 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Side 64 - How fair these names, how much unlike they look To all the blurr'd subscriptions in my book: The bridegroom's letters stand in row above, Tapering yet...
Side 74 - Shame knew him not, he dreaded no disgrace ; Truth, simple truth, was written in his face.