The Poetical Works of George CrabbeH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1914 - 600 sider |
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... known . In- spired with fresh hope and energy Crabbe set to work to com- plete and revise various of his poems , which he then submitted to Burke for criticism . The great man was more than kind . The poet ' was encouraged to lay open ...
... known . In- spired with fresh hope and energy Crabbe set to work to com- plete and revise various of his poems , which he then submitted to Burke for criticism . The great man was more than kind . The poet ' was encouraged to lay open ...
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... known ; the atmosphere is grey and depressing , the conditions of life narrow and uninspiring , but the whole picture is extraordinarily real and life - like . The critics warned the poet against his frequent lapses into disgusting ...
... known ; the atmosphere is grey and depressing , the conditions of life narrow and uninspiring , but the whole picture is extraordinarily real and life - like . The critics warned the poet against his frequent lapses into disgusting ...
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... known sounds an equal fury move , For rage meets rage , as love enkindles love : In vain the ' waken'd infant's accents shrill , The humble regions of the cottage fill ; In vain the cricket chirps the mansion through , ' Tis war , and ...
... known sounds an equal fury move , For rage meets rage , as love enkindles love : In vain the ' waken'd infant's accents shrill , The humble regions of the cottage fill ; In vain the cricket chirps the mansion through , ' Tis war , and ...
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... known , Why - every man thinks just the same of his own . You imagine that Pope - but yourself you beguile- Would have wrote the same things , had he chose the same style . Delude not yourself with so fruitless a hope , - Had he chose ...
... known , Why - every man thinks just the same of his own . You imagine that Pope - but yourself you beguile- Would have wrote the same things , had he chose the same style . Delude not yourself with so fruitless a hope , - Had he chose ...
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... known or more and The Newspaper : these , with a few admired than they now are : but of his alterations and additions , are here reprinted ; private worth , of his wishes to do good , of and are accompanied by a poem of greater his ...
... known or more and The Newspaper : these , with a few admired than they now are : but of his alterations and additions , are here reprinted ; private worth , of his wishes to do good , of and are accompanied by a poem of greater his ...
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appear'd Arminian art thou beauty behold bless'd bosom call'd Calvinistic charm cold comfort cried danger dare dear deed delight Doctor Johnson doubt dread dream Duke of Rutland ease fair fame fancy fate father favour favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fled foes fond Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieved happy hear heard heart honour hope humble kind knew labour lady live look look'd lord Lord Holland Lord Robert Manners lover maid marriage mind Muse never numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd passions peace pity pleased pleasure poison'd poor praise pride race rest scene scorn seem'd shame sigh smile soothe sorrow sought soul speak spirit spleen strong terror thee thine thou thought truth Twas vex'd virtue wife wish'd wretch youth
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Side 168 - 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.
Side 126 - 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.
Side 32 - 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...
Side 238 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Side 145 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Side 264 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
Side viii - I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms For him that grazes or for him that farms; 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?
Side 35 - Mixt with the clamours of the crowd below; Here, sorrowing, they each kindred sorrow scan, And the cold charities of man to man: Whose laws indeed for ruin'd age provide, And strong compulsion plucks the scrap from pride; But still that scrap is bought with many a sigh, And pride embitters what it can't deny.
Side 33 - Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war...
Side 111 - Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care; Nor wistful those gay scenes recall Where thou wert fairest of the fair? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death?