The Borough: A Poem, in Twenty-four LettersJ. Hatchard, 1810 - 347 pagine |
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Pagina 25
... tried to smile , and , half succeeding , said , " Yes ! I must die , " and hope for ever fled . Still long she nurs'd him ; tender thoughts meantime Were interchang'd , and hopes and views sublime . To her he came to die , and every day ...
... tried to smile , and , half succeeding , said , " Yes ! I must die , " and hope for ever fled . Still long she nurs'd him ; tender thoughts meantime Were interchang'd , and hopes and views sublime . To her he came to die , and every day ...
Pagina 46
... tried , and doubtless - may be true . Friends of our Faith we have , whom Doubts like these , And keen Remarks , and bold Objections please ; They grant such Doubts have weaker Minds opprest , Till sound Conviction gave the Troubled ...
... tried , and doubtless - may be true . Friends of our Faith we have , whom Doubts like these , And keen Remarks , and bold Objections please ; They grant such Doubts have weaker Minds opprest , Till sound Conviction gave the Troubled ...
Pagina 58
... tried , - " Such is my power ! but can you call it pride ? " No , Fellow - pilgrims ! of the things I've shown " I might be proud , were they indeed my own ! " But they are lent ; and well you know 58 [ Letter 4 . RELIGIOUS SECTS .
... tried , - " Such is my power ! but can you call it pride ? " No , Fellow - pilgrims ! of the things I've shown " I might be proud , were they indeed my own ! " But they are lent ; and well you know 58 [ Letter 4 . RELIGIOUS SECTS .
Pagina 80
... tried , " May - nay it must - be given on our side ; " All Men of Spirit would contend ; such Men , " Than lose a Pound , would rather hazard ten ; " What ! be impos'd on ? no ! a British Soul " Despises Imposition , hates Controul ...
... tried , " May - nay it must - be given on our side ; " All Men of Spirit would contend ; such Men , " Than lose a Pound , would rather hazard ten ; " What ! be impos'd on ? no ! a British Soul " Despises Imposition , hates Controul ...
Pagina 100
... loving Soul ! applied , To set the Cry and not the Cause , aside ; She gave her powerful Sweet without remorse , The sleeping Cordial - she had tried its force , Repeating oft : the Infant , free'd from Pain , 100 [ Letter 7 . PHYSIC .
... loving Soul ! applied , To set the Cry and not the Cause , aside ; She gave her powerful Sweet without remorse , The sleeping Cordial - she had tried its force , Repeating oft : the Infant , free'd from Pain , 100 [ Letter 7 . PHYSIC .
Parole e frasi comuni
antient Arminian awhile behold Boards Boaz and Jachin Borough Calvinistic Cambrian Mountaineer cheerful Church Comfort cried Crime Dæmons Deed Delight doubt dread drest Duty Ease Eyes Fame Father favourite fear feel Foes form'd Friends gain gain'd give Grace Grave Grief hear Heart Honour hope hour humble Juvenal kind Labour LETTER live look look'd lost lov'd Love Meads of Asphodel Mind Mirror crack'd mystic Class never Night numbers Nymphs o'er once Ovid Oxymel Pain Passions Peace PETER GRIMES Peter Jackson Pity plac'd pleas'd pleasant Pleasure Poison'd poor Power Praise Price Pride Priest Race rest rise Scenes scorn seem'd Shame sigh Sir Denys sleep smile Soul Speech Spirit Spleen strong Terrors thee things thou thought Town Trade trembling Truth twas vex'd Walks Wealth wretched Youth
Brani popolari
Pagina 311 - When tides were neap, and, in the sultry day, Through the tall bounding mud-banks made their way, Which on each side rose swelling, and below The dark warm flood ran silently and slow; There anchoring, Peter chose from man to hide, There hang his head, and view the lazy tide In its hot slimy channel slowly glide...
Pagina 11 - Upon the Billows rising — all the Deep Is restless change ; the Waves so swell'd and steep, Breaking and sinking, and the sunken swells, Nor one, one moment, in its station dwells : But nearer Land you may the Billows trace, As if contending in their watery chace ; May watch the mightiest till the Shoal they reach, Then break and hurry to their utmost stretch ; Curl'd as they come, they strike with furious force, And then re-flowing, take their grating course, Raking the rounded Flints, which ages...
Pagina 27 - twas her proper care. Here will she come, and on the grave will sit, Folding her arms, in long abstracted fit; But if observer pass, will take her round, And careless seem, for she would not be found; Then go again, and thus her hour employ, While visions please her, and while woes destroy.
Pagina 26 - But she has treasured, and she loves them all ; When in her way she meets them, they appear Peculiar people — death has made them dear. He named his friend, but then his hand she prest, And fondly whisper'd, " Thou must go to rest ;"
Pagina 332 - The timid girls, half dreading their design, Dip the small foot in the retarded brine, And search for crimson weeds, which spreading flow., Or lie like pictures on the sand below ; With all those bright red pebbles, that the sun Through the small waves so softly shines upon...
Pagina 26 - Apart, she sigh'd; alone, she shed the tear; Then, as if breaking from a cloud, she gave Fresh light, and gilt the prospect of the grave. One day he lighter seem'd, and they forgot The care, the dread, the anguish of their lot; They spoke with cheerfulness, and seem'd to think, Yet said not so — 'Perhaps he will not sink'.
Pagina 65 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Pagina 10 - Then the broad bosom of the ocean keeps An equal motion; swelling as it sleeps, Then slowly sinking; curling to the strand, Faint, lazy waves o'ercreep the ridgy sand, Or tap the tarry boat with gentle blow, And back return in silence, smooth and slow.
Pagina 15 - In-shore their passage tribes of Sea-gulls urge, And drop for prey within the sweeping surge ; Oft in the rough opposing blast they fly Far back, then turn, and all their force apply, While to the storm they give their weak complaining cry ; Or clap the sleek white pinion to the breast, And in the restless ocean dip for rest.
Pagina 245 - That giant-building, that high-bounding wall, Those bare-worn walks, that lofty thund'ring hall ! That large loud clock, which tolls each dreaded hour, Those gates and locks, and all those signs of power : It is a prison, with a milder name, Which few inhabit without dread or shame.