The borough: a poem, in twenty-four letters1816 |
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Abel Arminian behold Blaney Borough Byssus Calvinistic cheerful Claudian Comfort confin'd cried Crime Deed delight dread drest dwell Ease evil Eyes Fame favourite fear feel felt fix'd Foes form'd Friends gain'd GEORGE CRABBE give Gout Grace Grave Grief hear Heart Honour hope hour humble Jachin John Bunyan Juvenal kind Labour LETTER liv'd live look look'd lov'd Love Man's Meads of Asphodel Mind Misery never Night Numbers Nymphs o'er once Ovid Oxymel Pain pass'd Passions Peace Peter PETER GRIMES Pity plac'd pleas'd pleasant Pleasure poison'd poor Power Praise Pride Priest racter reader rest rise Satan Scenes scorn seem'd Shame sigh Sir Denys sleep smile Soul Speech Spirit Spleen Terrors thee thou thought Town Trade trembling tried Truth twas vex'd Vicar Vice Virtue Want Wealth Worth wretched Youth
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Page 55 - 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 9 - 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 149 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Page 257 - With his two boys again upon the flood; There was more mischief in their eyes, more glee In their pale faces when they glared at me: Still...
Page 8 - 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.
Page 269 - Pierced by no crime, and urged by no desire For more than true and honest hearts require, They feel the calm delight, and thus proceed Through the green lane, then linger in the mead, Stray o'er the heath in all its purple bloom, And pluck the blossom where the wild bees hum ; Then through the broomy bound with ease they pass, And press the sandy sheep-walk's slender grass, Where dwarfish flowers among the gorse are spread, And the lamb browses by the linnet's bed...
Page 245 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 55 - 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.
Page 6 - And village-pleasures unreproved by law. Then, how serene — when in your favourite room, Gales from your jasmines soothe the evening gloom ; When from your upland paddock you look down, And just perceive the smoke which hides the town ; When weary peasants at the close of day Walk to their cots, and part upon the way ; When cattle slowly cross the shallow brook, And shepherds pen their folds, and rest upon their crook.
Page 271 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.