The Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: In Five Volumes. Vol. I. [-V.].John Murray, 1823 - English poetry |
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... might be mixed . with other motives , it operated with considerable force upon my mind , acting as a stimulus to exertions naturally tardy , and to expectations easily checked . It must nevertheless be acknowledged , that al- though such.
... might be mixed . with other motives , it operated with considerable force upon my mind , acting as a stimulus to exertions naturally tardy , and to expectations easily checked . It must nevertheless be acknowledged , that al- though such.
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... minds of the ignorant . It will be recollected that it is the abuse of those scriptural terms which I conceive to be improper : they are doubtless most significant and efficacious when used with propriety ; but it is painful to the mind ...
... minds of the ignorant . It will be recollected that it is the abuse of those scriptural terms which I conceive to be improper : they are doubtless most significant and efficacious when used with propriety ; but it is painful to the mind ...
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... mind in the reader ) will either highly excite ; or totally ex- tinguish , curiosity . In these works will be abund- antly seen , abuse and contempt of the Church of England and its ministers ; vengeance and virulent denunciation ...
... mind in the reader ) will either highly excite ; or totally ex- tinguish , curiosity . In these works will be abund- antly seen , abuse and contempt of the Church of England and its ministers ; vengeance and virulent denunciation ...
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... mind of the Clerk in Office would have secured him from being guilty of wrong and robbery , though his weak and vacil- lating intellect could not preserve him from infidelity and profaneness . Their melancholy is nearly alike , but not ...
... mind of the Clerk in Office would have secured him from being guilty of wrong and robbery , though his weak and vacil- lating intellect could not preserve him from infidelity and profaneness . Their melancholy is nearly alike , but not ...
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... mind so depraved and flinty . The ruffian of Mr. Scott has a mind of this nature : he has no shame or remorse : but the corrosion of hopeless want , the wasting of unabating disease , and the gloom of un- varied solitude , will have ...
... mind so depraved and flinty . The ruffian of Mr. Scott has a mind of this nature : he has no shame or remorse : but the corrosion of hopeless want , the wasting of unabating disease , and the gloom of un- varied solitude , will have ...
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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.