The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe, المجلد 3J. Murray, 1823 |
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The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe, المجلد 3 <span dir=ltr>George Crabbe</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 1823 |
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الصفحة 277 - 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!
الصفحة 403 - 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.
الصفحة 119 - 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 277 - 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.
الصفحة 345 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
الصفحة 381 - 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...
الصفحة 143 - To farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down His only daughter, from her school in town; A tender, timid maid ! who knew not how To pass a pig-sty, or to face a cow : Smiling she came, with petty talents graced, A fair complexion, and a slender waist.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 141 - 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.