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... wish , and proneness to the ill . ” “ Art thou not tempted ? ” “ Do I fall ? ” said Shore : " The pure have fallen . " — " Then are pure no more : " While reason guides me , I shall walk aright , " Nor need a steadier hand , or stronger ...
... wish , and proneness to the ill . ” “ Art thou not tempted ? ” “ Do I fall ? ” said Shore : " The pure have fallen . " — " Then are pure no more : " While reason guides me , I shall walk aright , " Nor need a steadier hand , or stronger ...
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... , No passion's victim , and no system's slave ; Vice he opposed , indulgence he disdain'd , And o'er each sense in conscious triumph reign'd . Who often reads , will sometimes wish to write , TALE XI . 7 EDWARD SHORE .
... , No passion's victim , and no system's slave ; Vice he opposed , indulgence he disdain'd , And o'er each sense in conscious triumph reign'd . Who often reads , will sometimes wish to write , TALE XI . 7 EDWARD SHORE .
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George Crabbe. Who often reads , will sometimes wish to write , And Shore would yield instruction and delight : A serious drama he design'd , but found ' Twas tedious travelling in that gloomy ground ; A deep and solemn story he would ...
George Crabbe. Who often reads , will sometimes wish to write , And Shore would yield instruction and delight : A serious drama he design'd , but found ' Twas tedious travelling in that gloomy ground ; A deep and solemn story he would ...
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... wish'd his parents to traduce , Fawning he smiled , and justice call'd th ' abuse ; " They taught you nothing ; are you not , at best , " Said the proud Dame , " a trifler , and a jest ? " " Confess you are a fool ! " - he bow'd and he ...
... wish'd his parents to traduce , Fawning he smiled , and justice call'd th ' abuse ; " They taught you nothing ; are you not , at best , " Said the proud Dame , " a trifler , and a jest ? " " Confess you are a fool ! " - he bow'd and he ...
Strona 28
... wish'd , if he had sought around ; For there were Lasses of his own degree , With no more hatred to the state than he : But he had courted spleen and age so long , His heart refused to woo the fair and young ; So long attended on ...
... wish'd , if he had sought around ; For there were Lasses of his own degree , With no more hatred to the state than he : But he had courted spleen and age so long , His heart refused to woo the fair and young ; So long attended on ...
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Strona 69 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strona 207 - A credulous father, and a brother noble, Whose nature is so far from doing harms, That he suspects none, on whose foolish honesty My practices ride easy ! — I see the business.
Strona 185 - 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 69 - 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 22 - Kindly she chides his boyish flights, while he Will for a moment fix'd and pensive be ; • And as she trembling speaks, his lively eyes Explore her looks, he listens to her sighs ; Charm'd by her voice, th...
Strona 162 - falls upon his bed — It blows beside the thatch — it melts upon his head." " Tis weakness, child, for grieving guilt to feel.
Strona 3 - GENIUS ! thou gift of Heav'n ! thou light divine ! Amid what dangers art thou cloom'd to shine ! Oft will the body's weakness check thy force, Oft damp thy vigour, and impede thy course ; And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain Thy nobler efforts, to contend with pain...
Strona 167 - So lately past — the frost and sleet so keen — The man's whole misery in a single view — Yes ! she could think some pity was his due. Thus fix'd, she heard not her attendant glide With soft slow step — till, standing by her side, The trembling servant gasp'd for breath, and shed Relieving tears, then utter'd — " He is dead !" " Dead !
Strona 245 - Still has the love of order found a place, With all that's low, degrading, mean, and base, With all that merits scorn, and all that meets disgrace : In the cold miser, of all change afraid, In pompous men in public seats obey'd ; In humble placemen, heralds, solemn drones, Fanciers of flowers, and lads like Stephen Jones ; Order to these is armour and defence, And love of method serves in lack of sense.
Strona 23 - ... unwatch'd, he goes, In darker mood, as if to hide his woes; Returning soon, he with impatience seeks His youthful friends, and shouts, and sings, and speaks; Speaks a wild speech with action all as wild— The children's leader, and himself a child; He spins their top, or, at their bidding, bends His back, while o'er it leap his laughing friends; Simple and weak, he acts the boy once more, And heedless children call him Silly Shore.