Tales, 1-2. kötetJ. Hatchard, 1813 - 398 oldal |
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xix. oldal
... fate the reverse of that caused by the cruelty of Mezentius ; for there the living perished in the putrefaction of the dead , and here the dead are preserved by the vitality of the living . And , to bring forward one other example , it ...
... fate the reverse of that caused by the cruelty of Mezentius ; for there the living perished in the putrefaction of the dead , and here the dead are preserved by the vitality of the living . And , to bring forward one other example , it ...
13. oldal
... fate ; " 6 Nay , she were safe , ' the ready Man reply'd , Might Patriots rule her , and could Reasoners guide ; ' When all to vote , to speak , to teach , are free , ' Whate'er their creeds or their opinions be ; ' When books of ...
... fate ; " 6 Nay , she were safe , ' the ready Man reply'd , Might Patriots rule her , and could Reasoners guide ; ' When all to vote , to speak , to teach , are free , ' Whate'er their creeds or their opinions be ; ' When books of ...
15. oldal
... delight ; Terror like this a tiger might create , A joy like that to see his captive state , At once to know his force and then decree his fate . Hammond , much prais'd by numerous friends , was come TALE I. ] 15 THE DUMB ORATORS .
... delight ; Terror like this a tiger might create , A joy like that to see his captive state , At once to know his force and then decree his fate . Hammond , much prais'd by numerous friends , was come TALE I. ] 15 THE DUMB ORATORS .
23. oldal
... . An old man , broken with the storms of fate , Is come to lay his weary bones among you ; Give him a little earth , for charity . Henry VIII . Act IV . Scene 2 . 1 TALE II . THE PARTING HOUR . MINUTELY trace The Parting Hour.
... . An old man , broken with the storms of fate , Is come to lay his weary bones among you ; Give him a little earth , for charity . Henry VIII . Act IV . Scene 2 . 1 TALE II . THE PARTING HOUR . MINUTELY trace The Parting Hour.
35. oldal
... fate , At various times , ' tis comfort to relate ; And yet his sorrow - she too loves to hear What wrings her bosom , and compels the tear . First he related - How he left the shore , Alarm'd with fears that they should meet no more ...
... fate , At various times , ' tis comfort to relate ; And yet his sorrow - she too loves to hear What wrings her bosom , and compels the tear . First he related - How he left the shore , Alarm'd with fears that they should meet no more ...
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answer'd appear'd art thou beauty behold bosom Caliph call'd comfort confess'd Conscience cried crime dæmons delight design'd disdain distress'd dread duty dwelt ease fail'd fair faithful fancy fate Father favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd folly fond friendly pair Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE grace grave grief griev'd happy hear heard heart hope humble Jesse John Dighton Julius Cæsar kind knew Lady Lady saw liv'd live look look'd lov'd Lover Maid Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream mind mov'd numbers Nymph o'er obey'd pain pass'd passion peace pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure poor praise prepar'd pride proud prudence racter rest Scene scorn seem'd shame sigh smile sorrow soul speak spirit spleen Squire strong sure as fate Sybil TALE thee thou art thought truth Twas vex'd vile Wife wish'd Youth
Népszerű szakaszok
245. oldal - 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!
305. oldal - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
341. oldal - 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 ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
180. oldal - 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 ; No hedge nor tree conceals the glowing sun, Birds, save a wat'ry tribe, the district shun, Nor chirp among the reeds where bitter waters run.* " Various as beauteous, Nature, is thy face...
159. oldal - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
xix. oldal - Mezentius; for there the living perished in the putrefaction of the dead, and here the dead are preserved by the vitality of the living. And, to bring forward one other example, it will be found that Pope himself has no small portion of this actuality of relation, this nudity of description, and poetry without an atmosphere; the lines beginning 'In the worst inn's worst room...
117. oldal - I must be loved,' said Sybil ; ' I must see The man in terrors who aspires to me ; At my forbidding frown, his heart must ache, His tongue must falter, and his frame must shake : And if I grant him at my feet to kneel, What trembling, fearful pleasure must he feel ; Nay, such the raptures that my smiles inspire, That reason's self must for a time retire.
275. oldal - Of the world's good and feel not half its care ; ' Give them this comfort, and, indeed, my gout ' In its full vigour causes me some doubt; ' And let it always, for your zeal, suffice, ' That Vice you combat, in the abstract — Vice...
125. oldal - 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.
46. oldal - In vulgar tracks, and to submission bred ; " The coward never on himself relies, " But to an equal for assistance flies ; " Man yields to custom as he bows to fate, " In all things ruled — mind, body, and estate ; " In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply " To them we know not, and we know not why...