The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volum 4J. Murray, 1834 |
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... face , Except the bloom , which shall again have place , In wedlock ends each wish , in triumph all disgrace ; And life to come , we fairly may suppose , One light , bright contrast to these wild dark woes . These let us leave , and at ...
... face , Except the bloom , which shall again have place , In wedlock ends each wish , in triumph all disgrace ; And life to come , we fairly may suppose , One light , bright contrast to these wild dark woes . These let us leave , and at ...
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... face , " Hard ! with these fears and terrors to behold " The cause of all , the faithless lover , cold ; " Impatient grown at every wish denied , " And barely civil , soothed and gratified ; “ Peevish when urged to think of vows so ...
... face , " Hard ! with these fears and terrors to behold " The cause of all , the faithless lover , cold ; " Impatient grown at every wish denied , " And barely civil , soothed and gratified ; “ Peevish when urged to think of vows so ...
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... " And boast the deed that breaks the victim's heart . " Four years were past ; I might again have found " Some erring wish , but for another wound : 66 Lovely my daughter grew , her face was fair 14 LETTER XX . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
... " And boast the deed that breaks the victim's heart . " Four years were past ; I might again have found " Some erring wish , but for another wound : 66 Lovely my daughter grew , her face was fair 14 LETTER XX . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
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... face was fair , " But no expression ever brighten'd there ; " I doubted long , and vainly strove to make " Some certain meaning of the words she spake ; " But meaning there was none , and I survey'd " With dread the beauties of my idiot ...
... face was fair , " But no expression ever brighten'd there ; " I doubted long , and vainly strove to make " Some certain meaning of the words she spake ; " But meaning there was none , and I survey'd " With dread the beauties of my idiot ...
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... a grace " And smile of gladness shone upon his face ! " Then , he had knowledge ; finely would he write ; " Study to him was pleasure and delight ; - " Great was his courage , and but few 16 LETTER XX . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
... a grace " And smile of gladness shone upon his face ! " Then , he had knowledge ; finely would he write ; " Study to him was pleasure and delight ; - " Great was his courage , and but few 16 LETTER XX . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
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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.