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Strona 8
... look'd around , To view his objects and to take his ground ; And therefore silent chose awhile to sit , Then enter boldly by some lucky hit ; Some observation keen or stroke severe , To cause some wonder or excite some fear . Now ...
... look'd around , To view his objects and to take his ground ; And therefore silent chose awhile to sit , Then enter boldly by some lucky hit ; Some observation keen or stroke severe , To cause some wonder or excite some fear . Now ...
Strona 16
... look'd our Hero bold , Rememb'ring well that vile offence of old ; And now he saw the rebel dared t'intrude Among the pure , the loyal , and the good ; The crime provoked his wrath , the folly stirr'd his blood : Nor wonder was it if so ...
... look'd our Hero bold , Rememb'ring well that vile offence of old ; And now he saw the rebel dared t'intrude Among the pure , the loyal , and the good ; The crime provoked his wrath , the folly stirr'd his blood : Nor wonder was it if so ...
Strona 18
... look'd round again ; but none were near , With friendly smile , to still his growing fear ; But all above him seem'd a solemn row Of priests and deacons , so they seem❜d below ; He wonder'd who his right - hand man might be- Vicar of ...
... look'd round again ; but none were near , With friendly smile , to still his growing fear ; But all above him seem'd a solemn row Of priests and deacons , so they seem❜d below ; He wonder'd who his right - hand man might be- Vicar of ...
Strona 19
... look'd our Hero in his wrath , his cheeks Flush'd with fresh fires and glow'd in tingling streaks ; His breath by passion's force awhile restrain'd , Like a stopp'd current greater force regain'd ; So spoke , so look'd he , every eye ...
... look'd our Hero in his wrath , his cheeks Flush'd with fresh fires and glow'd in tingling streaks ; His breath by passion's force awhile restrain'd , Like a stopp'd current greater force regain'd ; So spoke , so look'd he , every eye ...
Strona 22
... look'd , and paused for a reply . ' Twas then the Man of many Words would speak— But , in his trial , had them all to seek : To find a friend he look'd the circle round , But joy or scorn in every feature found ; He sipp'd his wine ...
... look'd , and paused for a reply . ' Twas then the Man of many Words would speak— But , in his trial , had them all to seek : To find a friend he look'd the circle round , But joy or scorn in every feature found ; He sipp'd his wine ...
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adieu Allen answer'd appear'd ask'd Aunt beauty behold blest bosom call'd Comedy of Errors comfort cried crime Cymbeline dæmons dared delight Dinah disdain display'd Doctor dread dream Dunciad fair fame fancy Farmer fate Father favourite fear fear'd feel felt fill'd fix'd fond friendly Pair gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieved Gwyn happy heart hope Jonas kind knew Lady Lass live look look'd Lord Lover Lucy Maid Maiden Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream mind Muse numbers Nymph o'er Orlando pain pass'd passion pleased pleasure Poet possess'd praise pray'd pride proud prudent racter remain'd return'd Scene scorn seem'd seen shame sigh silent smile sorrow soul speak spirit spleen strong sweet Sybil TALE thee thou art thought truth twas vex'd walk'd Widow wish'd young Youth
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Strona 148 - Ah me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth...
Strona 25 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Strona 189 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Strona 215 - Here a grave Flora scarcely deigns to bloom, Nor wears a rosy blush, nor sheds perfume ; The few dull flowers that o'er the place are spread, Partake the nature of their fenny bed ; 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...
Strona 217 - Useless, despis'd, his worthless labours done, And half protected by the vicious Son, Who half supports him ; he with heavy glance, Views the young "ruffians who around him dance; And, by the sadness in his face, appears To trace the progress of their future years : Through what strange course of misery, vice, deceit...
Strona 111 - Roar'd with strong blasts, with mighty showers the floods : All green was vanish'd, save of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue ; Save the green holly with its berries red, And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.
Strona 125 - I have heard of your paintings too, well enough ; God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Strona 23 - He spoke, and, seated with his former air, Look'd his full self, and fill'd his ample chair ; Took one full bumper to each favourite cause, And dwelt all night on politics and laws, With high applauding voice, that gain'd him high applause.
Strona 220 - See ! that sleek fellow, how he strides along, Strong as an ox, and ignorant as strong ; Can yon close crops a single eye detain But his who counts the profits of the grain ? And these vile beans with deleterious smell, Where is their beauty ? can a mortal tell ? These deep fat meadows I detest ; it shocks One's feelings there to see the grazing ox ; — For slaughter fatted, as a lady's smile Rejoices man, and means his death the while.
Strona 216 - The early trav'ller with their pray'rs to greet : While yet Orlando held his pence in hand, He saw their sister on her duty stand ; Some twelve years old, demure, affected, sly, Prepared the force of early powers to try ; Sudden a look of languor he descries, And...