TalesJ. Hatchard, 1812 - 398 oldal |
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13. oldal
... soul , the grieving Guest arose ; Quick on the board his ready cash he threw , And from the dæmons to his closet flew : There when secur'd , he pray'd with earnest zeal , That all they wish'd , these patriot - souls might feel ; " Let ...
... soul , the grieving Guest arose ; Quick on the board his ready cash he threw , And from the dæmons to his closet flew : There when secur'd , he pray'd with earnest zeal , That all they wish'd , these patriot - souls might feel ; " Let ...
17. oldal
... soul to rage , Burn'd with strong shame and hurried to engage . As a male turkey straggling on the green , When by fierce harriers , terriers , mongrels seen , He feels the insult of the noisy train , And skulks aside though mov'd by ...
... soul to rage , Burn'd with strong shame and hurried to engage . As a male turkey straggling on the green , When by fierce harriers , terriers , mongrels seen , He feels the insult of the noisy train , And skulks aside though mov'd by ...
20. oldal
... soul arose , A touch of pity for experienc'd woes ; But this was transient , and with angry eye He sternly look'd , and paus'd for a reply . ' Twas then the Man of many Words would speak --- But in his trial , had them all to seek ; To ...
... soul arose , A touch of pity for experienc'd woes ; But this was transient , and with angry eye He sternly look'd , and paus'd for a reply . ' Twas then the Man of many Words would speak --- But in his trial , had them all to seek ; To ...
35. oldal
... soul's distress . " Allen look'd up , and with impatient heart --- " Let me not lose thee --- never let us part : " So Heaven this comfort to my sufferings give , " It is not all distress , to think and live . ” Thus Allen spoke ; for ...
... soul's distress . " Allen look'd up , and with impatient heart --- " Let me not lose thee --- never let us part : " So Heaven this comfort to my sufferings give , " It is not all distress , to think and live . ” Thus Allen spoke ; for ...
38. oldal
... soul was sick of rest ; When , as a log upon the deep they stood , Then rov'd his spirit to the inland wood ; Till , while awake , he dream'd , that on the seas Were his lov'd home , the hill , the stream , the trees : He gaz'd , he ...
... soul was sick of rest ; When , as a log upon the deep they stood , Then rov'd his spirit to the inland wood ; Till , while awake , he dream'd , that on the seas Were his lov'd home , the hill , the stream , the trees : He gaz'd , he ...
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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 exclaim'd 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 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 numbers Nymph o'er obey'd pain pass'd passion peace pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure poor possess'd praise prepar'd pride proud prudence racter remain'd 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
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303. oldal - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
339. oldal - 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.
181. oldal - Watch'd now the feeble blaze, and stood dejected by ; On ragged rug, just borrow'd from the bed, And by the hand of coarse indulgence fed, In dirty patchwork negligently dress'd...
181. oldal - With gipsy-state engross'd the only chair ; Solemn and dull her look : with such she stands And reads the milk-maid's fortune in her hands, Tracing the lines of life ; assum'd through years, Each feature now the steady falsehood wears; With hard and savage eye she views the food, And grudging pinches their intruding brood.
175. oldal - When minds are joyful, then we look around, And what is seen is all on fairy ground ; Again they sicken, and on every view Cast their own dull and melancholy hue ; Or, if absorb'd by their peculiar cares, The vacant eye on viewless matter glares, Our feelings still upon our views attend, And their own natures to the objects lend ; Sorrow and joy are in their influence sure., Long as the passion reigns th...
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!
199. oldal - Tis seen in infants — there indeed we find The features soften'd by the slumbering mind ; But other beauties, when disposed to sleep, Should from the eye of keen inspector keep : The lovely nymph who would her swain surprise, May close her mouth, but not conceal her eyes ; Sleep from the fairest face some beauty takes, And all the homely features homelier makes ; So thought our wife, beholding with a sigh Her sleeping spouse, and Edward smiling bv.
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.
182. oldal - 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, Must wildly wander each...
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.