The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Five Volumes. Vol. I. [-V.].John Murray, 1823 - English poetry |
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... I view , the benevolence I honour , and the gratitude I profess . I have the honour to be , My Lord , Your Grace's Most obliged and obedient humble servant , GEORGE CRABBE . PREFACE . WHETHER , if I had not been encouraged xii DEDICATION .
... I view , the benevolence I honour , and the gratitude I profess . I have the honour to be , My Lord , Your Grace's Most obliged and obedient humble servant , GEORGE CRABBE . PREFACE . WHETHER , if I had not been encouraged xii DEDICATION .
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... humble , and have nothing of that daring and mysterious nature which the prose of the author leads us to expect . The Dimensions of eternal Love is a title of one of his more learned productions , with which might have been expected ...
... humble , and have nothing of that daring and mysterious nature which the prose of the author leads us to expect . The Dimensions of eternal Love is a title of one of his more learned productions , with which might have been expected ...
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... humble portion of what the world can give , he has a continual fruition of unwearying enjoyment , of which it has not power to deprive him . Long as I have detained the reader , I take leave to add a few words on the subject of ...
... humble portion of what the world can give , he has a continual fruition of unwearying enjoyment , of which it has not power to deprive him . Long as I have detained the reader , I take leave to add a few words on the subject of ...
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... humble life . Can scenes like these withdraw thee from thy wood , Thy upland forest or thy valley's flood ? Seek then thy garden's shrubby bound , and look , As it steals by , upon the bordering brook ; That winding streamlet , limpid ...
... humble life . Can scenes like these withdraw thee from thy wood , Thy upland forest or thy valley's flood ? Seek then thy garden's shrubby bound , and look , As it steals by , upon the bordering brook ; That winding streamlet , limpid ...
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... humble couples sit in corner - bowers , Or gaily ramble for th ' allotted hours ; Sailors and lasses from the town attend , The servant - lover , the apprentice - friend ; With all the idle social tribes who seek , And find their humble ...
... humble couples sit in corner - bowers , Or gaily ramble for th ' allotted hours ; Sailors and lasses from the town attend , The servant - lover , the apprentice - friend ; With all the idle social tribes who seek , And find their humble ...
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Arminian behold Blaney BOROUGH byssus Calvinistic cheerful Claudian comfort cried crime danger dare deed delight dread dwell ease evil fame fate favourite fear feel felt fix'd foes friends gain'd GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieve hear heart honour hope hour humble John Bunyan Juvenal kind labour lads LETTER live look look'd man's meads of asphodel mind misery never night numbers nymphs o'er once Ovid oxymel pain pass'd passions peace PETER GRIMES pity pleasant pleasure poison'd poor praise pride priest race racter reader rest rise Satan scenes scorn seat seem'd shame sigh Sir Denys sleep slow centuries smile soothed soul speech spirit spleen terrors thee thou thought town trade trembling tried truth twas vex'd vicar vice virtue walks wealth whist wretched youth
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Page 205 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Page 339 - 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 383 - At the paternal door a carriage stands, Love knits their hearts and Hymen joins their hands. Ah ! — world unknown ! how charming is thy view, Thy pleasures many, and each pleasure new : Ah ! — world experienced ! what of thee is told ? How few thy pleasures, and those few how old...
Page 5 - With ceaseless motion comes and goes the tide, Flowing, it fills the channel vast and wide; Then back to sea, with strong majestic sweep It rolls, in ebb yet terrible and deep: Here samphire-banks and salt-wort bound the flood, There stakes and sea-weeds withering on the mud ; And higher up, a ridge of all things base, Which some strong tide has roll'd upon the place.
Page 11 - But nearer land, you may the billows trace, As if contending in their watery chase ; 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 past Roll'd by their rage, and shall to ages last.
Page 77 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny ; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer.
Page 142 - When all is calm at sea, all still at land; And there the ocean's produce to explore, As floating by, or rolling on the shore ; Those living jellies which the flesh inflame, Fierce as a nettle, and from that its name ; Some in huge masses, some that you may bring In the small compass of a lady's ring; Figured by hand divine — there's not a gem Wrought by man's art to be compared to them; Soft, brilliant, tender, through the wave they glow, And make the moonbeam brighter where they flow.
Page 370 - He seems the Place for that sad Act to see, And dreams the very Thirst which then will be : A Priest attends — it seems the one he knew In his best days, beneath whose care he grew.
Page 387 - Books cannot always please, however good ; Minds are not ever craving for their food ; But sleep will soon the weary soul prepare For cares to-morrow that were this day's care : For forms, for feasts, that sundry times have past, And formal feasts that will for ever last.
Page 353 - 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' intent, " And smiled upon the oar, and down they went.