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Page 11 - 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 chase...
Page 306 - ... 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; Where the small Eels that left the deeper way For the warm Shore, within the Shallows play ; Where gaping Muscles, left upon the Mud, Slope their slow passage to the fallen Flood...
Page 329 - That, where a deaf, poor, patient widow sits, And awes some thirty infants as she knits ; Infants of humble, busy wives, who pay Some trifling price for freedom through the day.' At this good matron's hut the children meet, Who thus becomes the mother of the street : Her room is small, they cannot widely stray, — Her threshold high, they cannot run away...
Page 24 - Yet prudence tarried, but when last he went, He drew from pitying love a full consent. Happy he sail'd, and great the care she took, That he should softly sleep, and smartly look; White was his better linen, and his check Was made more trim than any on the deck; And every comfort men at sea can know Was...
Page 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.
Page 150 - On all without a lordly host sustains The care of empire, and observant reigns; The parting guest beholds him at his side, With pomp obsequious, bending in his pride; Round all the place his eyes all objects meet, Attentive, silent, civil, and discreet. O'er all within the lady-hostess rules, Her bar she governs, and her kitchen schools; To every guest th...
Page 326 - cross the bounding brook they make their way O'er its rough bridge, and there behold the bay ; The ocean smiling to the fervid sun, The waves that faintly fall and slowly run, » The ships at distance, and the boats at hand ; And now they walk upon the sea-side sand, Counting the number, and what kind they be, Ships softly sinking in the sleepy sea...
Page 310 - On the mid stream and saw the spirits rise ; " I saw my father on the water stand, " And hold a thin pale boy in either hand ; " And there they glided ghastly on the top " Of the salt flood, and never touch'da drop : " I would have struck them, but they knew th...
Page 65 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Page 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. Ships in the calm seem anchor'd; for they glide On the still sea, urged solely by the tide...
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| Title | The Borough: A Poem, in Twenty-four Letters Volume 2 of Crabbe's Poems |
| Author | George Crabbe |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | J. Hatchard, 1810 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Nov 2006 |
| Length | 344 pages |
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