The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One VolumeLippincott, Grambo & Company, 1852 - 510 páginas |
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... things , and their favours as sti - ness of criticising verses : but he remembered the mulants to future exertion ... thing more , unless I when I know to what small portion they were lim- could first obtain the sanction of such an ...
... things , and their favours as sti - ness of criticising verses : but he remembered the mulants to future exertion ... thing more , unless I when I know to what small portion they were lim- could first obtain the sanction of such an ...
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... things . Here to interpret dreams , we read the rules ,. Science our own ! and never taught in schools ; In moles and specks we Fortune's gifts discern , And Fate's fix'd will from nature's wand'rings learn . Of Hermit Quarle we read ...
... things . Here to interpret dreams , we read the rules ,. Science our own ! and never taught in schools ; In moles and specks we Fortune's gifts discern , And Fate's fix'd will from nature's wand'rings learn . Of Hermit Quarle we read ...
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... things base , He knew no shame , he dreaded no disgrace . It seem'd , so well his passions he suppress'd , No feeling stirr'd his ever torpid breast ; Him might the meanest pauper bruise and cheat , He was a footstool for the beggar's ...
... things base , He knew no shame , he dreaded no disgrace . It seem'd , so well his passions he suppress'd , No feeling stirr'd his ever torpid breast ; Him might the meanest pauper bruise and cheat , He was a footstool for the beggar's ...
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... things forlorn , And oft again their griefs shall feel , As each upon the mind shall steal ; That wan projector's mystic style , That lumpish idiot leering by , That peevish idler's . ceaseless wile , 2 And that poor maiden's half ...
... things forlorn , And oft again their griefs shall feel , As each upon the mind shall steal ; That wan projector's mystic style , That lumpish idiot leering by , That peevish idler's . ceaseless wile , 2 And that poor maiden's half ...
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... things they thing not according with his ideas of propriety , or are which an author may hold up to ridicule and something repulsive to the tone of his feelings ; be blameless . In referring to the two principal di- nor could this be ...
... things they thing not according with his ideas of propriety , or are which an author may hold up to ridicule and something repulsive to the tone of his feelings ; be blameless . In referring to the two principal di- nor could this be ...
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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
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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.