The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volum 4J. Murray, 1834 |
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... cries " I soon could bear , but not my mother's sighs ; " For she look'd back on comforts , and would say , " I wrong'd thee , Ellen , ' and then turn away : " Thus , for my age's good , my youth was tried , " And this my fortune till ...
... cries " I soon could bear , but not my mother's sighs ; " For she look'd back on comforts , and would say , " I wrong'd thee , Ellen , ' and then turn away : " Thus , for my age's good , my youth was tried , " And this my fortune till ...
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... cried ; " Awake and live , " his youthful friends replied . Now the gay Clerk a modest drab despised , And clad him smartly as his friends advised ; So fine a coat upon his back he threw , That not an alley - boy old Abel knew ; Broad ...
... cried ; " Awake and live , " his youthful friends replied . Now the gay Clerk a modest drab despised , And clad him smartly as his friends advised ; So fine a coat upon his back he threw , That not an alley - boy old Abel knew ; Broad ...
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... cried , " Against thee thine , unhappy suicide ! " Are all our pious nights and peaceful days , " Our evening readings and our morning praise , " Our spirits ' comfort in the trials sent , " Our hearts ' rejoicings in the blessings lent ...
... cried , " Against thee thine , unhappy suicide ! " Are all our pious nights and peaceful days , " Our evening readings and our morning praise , " Our spirits ' comfort in the trials sent , " Our hearts ' rejoicings in the blessings lent ...
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... , " But I could never find my heart o'erflow : " He cried aloud , till in the flock began “ The sigh , the tear , as caught from man to man ; VOL . IV . D " They wept and they rejoiced , and there was LETTER XXI . 333 ABEL KEENE .
... , " But I could never find my heart o'erflow : " He cried aloud , till in the flock began “ The sigh , the tear , as caught from man to man ; VOL . IV . D " They wept and they rejoiced , and there was LETTER XXI . 333 ABEL KEENE .
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... cried ; " This is the life itself , " the boy replied ; And while old Peter in amazement stood , Gave the hot spirit to his boiling blood : - How he , with oath and furious speech , began To prove his freedom and assert the man ; And ...
... cried ; " This is the life itself , " the boy replied ; And while old Peter in amazement stood , Gave the hot spirit to his boiling blood : - How he , with oath and furious speech , began To prove his freedom and assert the man ; And ...
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Side 241 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Side 171 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Side 261 - I have heard of your paintings too, well enough ; God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Side 48 - I fix'd my eyes 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.
Side 143 - The great cause of the present deplorable state of English poetry is to be attributed to that absurd and systematic depreciation of Pope, in which, for the last few years, there has been a kind of epidemical concurrence.
Side 283 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Side 84 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Side 283 - Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, . The course of true love never did run smooth : J But, either it was different in blood ; — Lys.
Side 6 - In the evening I sat down, and began to write, without knowing in the least what I intended to say or relate. The work grew on my hands, and I grew fond of it— add, that I was very glad to think of anything, rather than politics.
Side 85 - That, viewing it, we seem almost to obtain Our innocent sweet simple years again. This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life's long race, Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.