The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George CrabbeJ. Murray, 1847 - Počet stran: 587 |
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... grief oppress'd , Looks round the world , but looks in vain for rest ; When every object that appears in view , Partakes her gloom and seems dejected too ; Where shall affliction from itself retire ? 2 Where fade away and placidly ...
... grief oppress'd , Looks round the world , but looks in vain for rest ; When every object that appears in view , Partakes her gloom and seems dejected too ; Where shall affliction from itself retire ? 2 Where fade away and placidly ...
Strana 112
... Grief is to man as certain as the grave : " Tempests and storms in life's whole progress rise , " And hope shines dimly through o'erclouded skies ; " Some drops of comfort on the favour'd fall , " But showers of sorrow are the lot of ...
... Grief is to man as certain as the grave : " Tempests and storms in life's whole progress rise , " And hope shines dimly through o'erclouded skies ; " Some drops of comfort on the favour'd fall , " But showers of sorrow are the lot of ...
Strana 120
... grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? " Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd , and meanings well express'd , Can calm the sorrows of a wounded ...
... grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? " Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd , and meanings well express'd , Can calm the sorrows of a wounded ...
Strana 142
... grief assumed , compell'd her to be kind ! For he would proof of plighted kindness crave , That she resented first , and then forgave ; And to his grief and penance yielded more Than his presumption had required before . Ah ! fly ...
... grief assumed , compell'd her to be kind ! For he would proof of plighted kindness crave , That she resented first , and then forgave ; And to his grief and penance yielded more Than his presumption had required before . Ah ! fly ...
Strana 143
... grief , That shuts the swelling bosom from relief ; That speaks in feeble cries a soul distress'd , Or the sad laugh that cannot be repress'd . The neighbour - matron leaves her wheel and flies With all the aid her poverty supplies ...
... grief , That shuts the swelling bosom from relief ; That speaks in feeble cries a soul distress'd , Or the sad laugh that cannot be repress'd . The neighbour - matron leaves her wheel and flies With all the aid her poverty supplies ...
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Strana 103 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and, being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys" a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Strana 103 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Strana 115 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears ; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There Thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There Poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil, There the blue Bugloss paints the sterile soil ; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy Mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the Charlock throws a shade, And clasping Tares cling round the sickly blade ; With...
Strana 105 - And God saw their works, that they turned from their evil way; and God repented of the evil that he had said that he would do unto them; and he did it not.
Strana 183 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Strana 240 - I waked one morning in the beginning of last June from a dream, of which all I could recover was, that I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story) and that on the uppermost bannister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour.
Strana 151 - I feel his absence in the hours of prayer, And view his seat and sigh for Isaac there ; I see no more those white locks thinly spread Round the bald polish of that...
Strana 246 - 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.
Strana 117 - The lame, the blind, and, far the 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, Mix'd with the clamours of the crowd below...
Strana 130 - Cataracts of declamation thunder here ; There forests of no meaning spread the page, In which all comprehension wanders lost ; While fields of pleasantry amuse us there With merry descants on a nation's woes. The rest appears a wilderness of strange But gay confusion ; roses for the cheeks, And lilies for the brows of faded age, Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald...