The Poetical Works of George Crabbe: With LifeThomas Holmes, 1899 - 496 |
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Strona vi
... pity which is shown to the unfortunate of any other class . Happily for Crabbe , who would never have been a popular writer , he was led into an easier path . Failing in all his other applications he be thought him- self of Edmund Burke ...
... pity which is shown to the unfortunate of any other class . Happily for Crabbe , who would never have been a popular writer , he was led into an easier path . Failing in all his other applications he be thought him- self of Edmund Burke ...
Strona 12
... Pity with weeping eye surveys her bowl , Her anger swells , her terror chills the soul ; * See Blackstone's Commentaries , i . 131 , 359 ; iv . 439 She makes the vile to virtue yield applause , And 12 CRABBE'S POEMS .
... Pity with weeping eye surveys her bowl , Her anger swells , her terror chills the soul ; * See Blackstone's Commentaries , i . 131 , 359 ; iv . 439 She makes the vile to virtue yield applause , And 12 CRABBE'S POEMS .
Strona 31
... pity only checks your growing spite To erring man , and prompts you still to write ; That your choice works on humble stalls are laid , Or vainly grace the windows of the trade ; Be ye my friends , if friendship e'er can warm Those ...
... pity only checks your growing spite To erring man , and prompts you still to write ; That your choice works on humble stalls are laid , Or vainly grace the windows of the trade ; Be ye my friends , if friendship e'er can warm Those ...
Strona 76
... pity , plainer than the tongue can speak . If pride were his , ' twas not their vulgar pride , Who , in their base contempt , the great deride ; Nor pride in learning , -though my Clerk agreed , If fate should call him , Ashford might ...
... pity , plainer than the tongue can speak . If pride were his , ' twas not their vulgar pride , Who , in their base contempt , the great deride ; Nor pride in learning , -though my Clerk agreed , If fate should call him , Ashford might ...
Strona 78
... , from his home he stray'd : Six years elapsed , when , worn with want and pain , Came Robin , wrapt in all his rags again : We chide , we pity ; -placed among our poor , He fed again , and was a man once more 18 CRABBE'S POEMS .
... , from his home he stray'd : Six years elapsed , when , worn with want and pain , Came Robin , wrapt in all his rags again : We chide , we pity ; -placed among our poor , He fed again , and was a man once more 18 CRABBE'S POEMS .
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Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
appear'd Arminian art thou beauty behold bless'd bosom breast call'd Calvinistic charms comfort Conscience cried crime dare deed delight disdain dread ease fair fame fancy fate father favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fled foes folly fond friendly pair Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieved happy hear heart honour hope hour humble John Dighton kind knew labour lady Lady saw live look look'd maid marriage mind Muse never numbers nymph o'er OVID pain pass'd passions peace pity pleased pleasure poison'd poor praise pride priest proud rapture rest round scenes scorn seem'd shame sigh slave smile soothe sorrow soul speak spirit spleen strong tears terror thee thine thou thought trembling truth Twas vex'd vile virtue wealth wife wretch youth
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Strona 21 - And, skill'd at whist, devotes the night to play: Then, while such honours bloom around his head, Shall he sit sadly by the sick man's bed, To raise the hope he feels not, or with zeal To combat fears that e'en the pious feel? Now once again the gloomy scene explore, Less gloomy now; the bitter hour is o'er, The man of many sorrows sighs no more...
Strona 246 - Pierced by no crime, and urged by no desire For more than true and honest hearts require, They feel the calm delight, and thus proceed Through the green lane, then linger in the mead Stray o'er the heath in all its purple bloom, And pluck the blossom where the wild bees hum ; Then through the broomy bound with ease they pass, And press the sandy sheep-walk's slender grass, Where dwarfish flowers among the gorse are spread, And the lamb browses by the linnet's bed...
Strona 137 - And yet they'll buy a patent, and succeed ; Will dare to promise dying sufferers aid, — For who, when dead, can threaten or upbraid ? With cruel avarice still they recommend More draughts, more syrup, to the journey's end : 'I feel it not ;' — 'Then take it every hour.' — 'It makes me worse ;' — 'Why, then it shows its power.' 'I fear to die ;' — 'Let not your spirits sink, 'You're always safe, while you believe and drink.
Strona 206 - That giant-building, that high-bounding wall, Those bare-worn walks, that lofty thund'ring hall ! That large loud clock, which tolls each dreaded hour, Those gates and locks, and all those signs of power : It is a prison, with a milder name, Which few inhabit without dread or shame.
Strona 20 - Who with mock patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain, and that alone, can cure; How would ye bear in real pain to lie, Despised, neglected, left alone to die ? How would ye bear to draw your latest breath Where all that's wretched paves the way for death...
Strona 74 - twas not their vulgar pride, Who, in their base contempt, the great deride ; Nor pride in learning...
Strona 20 - ... happiest they! The moping idiot and the madman gay. Here too the sick their final doom receive, Here brought, amid the scenes of grief, to grieve, Where the loud groans from some sad chamber flow...