The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeLippincott, Grambo & Company, 1852 - 510 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 100
Página 14
... round the sickly blade ; With mingled tints the rocky coasts abound , And a sad splendour vainly shines around . So looks the nymph whom wretched arts adorn , Betray'd by man , then left for man to scorn ; Whose cheek in vain assumes ...
... round the sickly blade ; With mingled tints the rocky coasts abound , And a sad splendour vainly shines around . So looks the nymph whom wretched arts adorn , Betray'd by man , then left for man to scorn ; Whose cheek in vain assumes ...
Página 16
... round , Fear marks the flight and magnifies the sound ; The busy priest , detain'd by weightier care , Defers his duty till the day of prayer ; And , waiting long , the crowd retire distress'd , To think a poor man's bones should lie ...
... round , Fear marks the flight and magnifies the sound ; The busy priest , detain'd by weightier care , Defers his duty till the day of prayer ; And , waiting long , the crowd retire distress'd , To think a poor man's bones should lie ...
Página 19
... round some fav'rite spot ; Where rich carnations , pinks with purple eyes , Proud hyacinths , the least some florist's prize , Tulips tall - stemm'd and pounced auriculas rise . Here on a Sunday - eve , when service ends , Meet and ...
... round some fav'rite spot ; Where rich carnations , pinks with purple eyes , Proud hyacinths , the least some florist's prize , Tulips tall - stemm'd and pounced auriculas rise . Here on a Sunday - eve , when service ends , Meet and ...
Página 20
... round these posts that serve this bed for feet ; This bed where all those tatter'd garments lie , Worn by each sex , and now perforce thrown by See ! as we gaze , an infant lifts its head , Left by neglect and burrow'd in that bed ; The ...
... round these posts that serve this bed for feet ; This bed where all those tatter'd garments lie , Worn by each sex , and now perforce thrown by See ! as we gaze , an infant lifts its head , Left by neglect and burrow'd in that bed ; The ...
Página 22
... round the walls be thine , And branch - like be thine offspring ! " - Gerard then Look'd joyful love , and softly said , " Amen . " Now of that vine he'd have no more increase , Those playful branches now disturb his peace : Them he ...
... round the walls be thine , And branch - like be thine offspring ! " - Gerard then Look'd joyful love , and softly said , " Amen . " Now of that vine he'd have no more increase , Those playful branches now disturb his peace : Them he ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One Volume George Crabbe Vista completa - 1845 |
The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One Volume George Crabbe Vista completa - 1839 |
Términos y frases comunes
appear'd art thou beauty behold brother call'd comfort cried dare dark dear death deed delight doubt dread earth fair fame fancy fate father fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fond Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give glory grace grave grew grief grieved happy hear heard heart heaven holy honour hope hopes and fears Hosanna humble kind knew labour lady lady saw live look look'd Lord lover maid marriage mind Muse never night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd passion peace Pindar pity pleased pleasure poison'd poor praise pride resign'd rest scene scorn seem'd shame sigh smile sorrow sought soul speak spirit spleen stood strong sweet taught terror thee thine things thou thought truth Twas vex'd virtue walk'd wife wish wish'd words wretch youth
Pasajes populares
Página 127 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página xvii - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Página 17 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; star of the east, the horizon adorning, guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 166 - Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low!
Página 198 - Why, why is this ? Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Página 17 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
Página 17 - Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies His Head with the beasts of the stall, Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.
Página 22 - Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost : Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
Página 21 - HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee ; Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be...
Página 1 - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued ? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; No prophet bards, thy glittering courts among, Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song : But lawless Force, and meagre Want is there, And the quick-darting eye of restless Fear ; While cold Oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade.