Beauties of ... George Crabbe, with a biographical sketch |
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amid ancient appear arts bear BOROUGH breath cares cause charm cold comes comfort common Crabbe crime cure dead Death delight doubt dread dreams drop dull dwell early ease evil fail fair faith fall fame fear feel felt friends gains gave give grave grief grow half HALL happy head hear heart honour hope hour kind labour leave light live looks mind nature never nobler numbers o'er object once pain paint parish passions past pity play pleasure poor powers praise prepare pride race remain rest rise scenes sick sigh sleep smile soon sorrow soul sound spirit storm strong thought town trace trade true trust truth weakness wretched youth
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79 ページ - Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed ; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than childhood fears; The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they ! The moping idiot, and the madman...
83 ページ - Up yonder hill, behold how sadly slow The bier moves winding from the vale below: There lie the happy dead, from trouble free, And the glad parish pays the frugal fee: No more, O Death!
4 ページ - This BOOKS can do ; — nor this alone ; they give New views to life, and teach us how to live ; They soothe the grieved, the stubborn they chastise, Fools they admonish, and confirm the wise : Their aid they yield to all ; they never shun The man of sorrow, nor the wretch undone ; Unlike the hard, the selfish, and the proud, They fly not sullen from the suppliant crowd ; Nor tell to various people various things, But show to subjects what they show to kings.
115 ページ - But when amid such pleasing scenes I trace The poor laborious natives of the place, And see the mid-day sun, with fervid ray, On their bare heads and dewy temples play; While some, with feebler heads and fainter hearts, Deplore their fortune, yet sustain their parts: Then shall I dare these real ills to hide In tinsel trappings of poetic pride...
81 ページ - Such is that room which one rude beam divides, And naked rafters form the sloping sides; Where the vile bands that bind the thatch are seen, And lath and mud are all that lie between; Save one dull pane, that, coarsely patched, gives way To the rude tempest, yet excludes the day: Here on a matted flock, with dust o'erspread.
35 ページ - The looks of pity in the trav'ller's face : Within, the father, who, from fences nigh, Had brought the fuel for the fire's supply, 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, Reclined the wife, an infant at her breast ; In her wild face some touch of grace remain'd Of vigour palsied, and of beauty stain'd ; Her bloodshot eyes on her unheeding mate Were wrathful turn'd,...
115 ページ - Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates: By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
79 ページ - Theirs is yon House that holds the parish poor, Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day;— There children dwell who know no parents...
113 ページ - THE Village Life, and every care that reigns O'er youthful peasants and declining swains; What labour yields, and what, that labour past, Age, in its hour of languor, finds at last; What form the real picture of the poor, Demand a song — the Muse can give no more. I Fled are those times when, in harmonious strains, (The rustic poet praised his native plains. No shepherds now, in smooth alternate verse, Their country's beauty or their nymphs...
36 ページ - Useless, despised, his worthless labours done, 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...