Tales, Tomy 1-2J. Hatchard, 1813 - 398 |
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... told him , with what keen delight He , at that time , enjoy'd a stranger's fright ; That stranger now befriended - he alone , For all his insult , friendless , to atone ; Now he could feel it cruel that a heart Should be distress'd ...
... told him , with what keen delight He , at that time , enjoy'd a stranger's fright ; That stranger now befriended - he alone , For all his insult , friendless , to atone ; Now he could feel it cruel that a heart Should be distress'd ...
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... told their cruel mercy ; how at last , In Christian kindness for the merits past , They spar'd his forfeit life , but bade him fly , Or for his crime and contumacy die ; Fly from all scenes , all objects of delight : His wife , his ...
... told their cruel mercy ; how at last , In Christian kindness for the merits past , They spar'd his forfeit life , but bade him fly , Or for his crime and contumacy die ; Fly from all scenes , all objects of delight : His wife , his ...
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... told how in a calm distress'd , Day after day his soul was sick of rest ; When , as a log upon the deep they stood , Then rov'd his spirit to the inland wood ; Till , while awake , he dream'd , that on the seas Were his lov'd home , the ...
... told how in a calm distress'd , Day after day his soul was sick of rest ; When , as a log upon the deep they stood , Then rov'd his spirit to the inland wood ; Till , while awake , he dream'd , that on the seas Were his lov'd home , the ...
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... told the patient what his case requir'd ; His hours for sleep , his time to eat and drink , When he should ride , read , rest , compose , or think . Thus join'd peculiar skill and art profound , To make the fancy - sick no more than ...
... told the patient what his case requir'd ; His hours for sleep , his time to eat and drink , When he should ride , read , rest , compose , or think . Thus join'd peculiar skill and art profound , To make the fancy - sick no more than ...
Strona 55
... sought permission- " Doctor , may I ride ? " ( Rebecca's eye her sovereign pleasure told ) —– ' I think you may , but guarded from the cold , ' Ride forty minutes .'- Free and happy soul ! TALE III . ] 55 THE GENTLEMAN FARMER .
... sought permission- " Doctor , may I ride ? " ( Rebecca's eye her sovereign pleasure told ) —– ' I think you may , but guarded from the cold , ' Ride forty minutes .'- Free and happy soul ! TALE III . ] 55 THE GENTLEMAN FARMER .
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answer'd appear'd art thou beauty behold bosom Caliph call'd comfort confess'd Conscience cried crime dæmons delight design'd disdain distress'd dread duty dwelt ease fail'd fair faithful fancy fate Father favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd folly fond friendly pair Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE grace grave grief griev'd happy hear heard heart hope humble Jesse John Dighton Julius Cæsar kind knew Lady Lady saw liv'd live look look'd lov'd Lover Maid Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream mind mov'd numbers Nymph o'er obey'd pain pass'd passion peace pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure poor praise prepar'd pride proud prudence racter rest Scene scorn seem'd shame sigh smile sorrow soul speak spirit spleen Squire strong sure as fate Sybil TALE thee thou art thought truth Twas vex'd vile Wife wish'd Youth
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Strona 245 - 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!
Strona 305 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Strona 341 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; 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.
Strona 180 - Here on its wiry stem, in rigid bloom, Grows the salt lavender that lacks perfume ; Here the dwarf sallows creep, the septfoil harsh, And the soft slimy mallow of the marsh ; Low on the ear the distant billows sound, And just in view appears their stony bound ; No hedge nor tree conceals the glowing sun, Birds, save a wat'ry tribe, the district shun, Nor chirp among the reeds where bitter waters run.* " Various as beauteous, Nature, is thy face...
Strona 159 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Strona xix - Mezentius; for there the living perished in the putrefaction of the dead, and here the dead are preserved by the vitality of the living. And, to bring forward one other example, it will be found that Pope himself has no small portion of this actuality of relation, this nudity of description, and poetry without an atmosphere; the lines beginning 'In the worst inn's worst room...
Strona 117 - I must be loved,' said Sybil ; ' I must see The man in terrors who aspires to me ; At my forbidding frown, his heart must ache, His tongue must falter, and his frame must shake : And if I grant him at my feet to kneel, What trembling, fearful pleasure must he feel ; Nay, such the raptures that my smiles inspire, That reason's self must for a time retire.
Strona 275 - Of the world's good and feel not half its care ; ' Give them this comfort, and, indeed, my gout ' In its full vigour causes me some doubt; ' And let it always, for your zeal, suffice, ' That Vice you combat, in the abstract — Vice...
Strona 125 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Strona 46 - In vulgar tracks, and to submission bred ; " The coward never on himself relies, " But to an equal for assistance flies ; " Man yields to custom as he bows to fate, " In all things ruled — mind, body, and estate ; " In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply " To them we know not, and we know not why...