The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volum 4J. Murray, 1834 |
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... never before printed , which have been recently found among Mr. Crabbe's note - books , or supplied by the kind attention of his friends— and one poem of greater importance , composed in the same measure with " Sir Eustace Grey , " and ...
... never before printed , which have been recently found among Mr. Crabbe's note - books , or supplied by the kind attention of his friends— and one poem of greater importance , composed in the same measure with " Sir Eustace Grey , " and ...
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... never were built , in the midst of such forests as never grew , infested by such hordes of robbers and murderers as were never collected together . In the small number of those novels which have any plan or meaning , all is modelled on ...
... never were built , in the midst of such forests as never grew , infested by such hordes of robbers and murderers as were never collected together . In the small number of those novels which have any plan or meaning , all is modelled on ...
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... never feel ; With not a single note the purse supply , And when she begs , let men and maids deny ; Be windows those from which she dares not fall , And help so distant , ' t is in vain to call ; Still means of freedom will some power ...
... never feel ; With not a single note the purse supply , And when she begs , let men and maids deny ; Be windows those from which she dares not fall , And help so distant , ' t is in vain to call ; Still means of freedom will some power ...
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... and look'd so smart , " Yet sure he shudder'd when he saw the cart , " And gave a look - until my dying day , " That look will never from my mind away : VOL . IV . C " Oft as I sit , and ever in my LETTER XX . 17 ELLEN ORFORD .
... and look'd so smart , " Yet sure he shudder'd when he saw the cart , " And gave a look - until my dying day , " That look will never from my mind away : VOL . IV . C " Oft as I sit , and ever in my LETTER XX . 17 ELLEN ORFORD .
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... never wish'd a cure : " Now thou hast plunged in folly , shame , disgrace ; " Now thou'rt an object meet for healing grace ; " No merit thine , no virtue , hope , belief , " Nothing hast thou , but misery , sin , and grief , " The best ...
... never wish'd a cure : " Now thou hast plunged in folly , shame , disgrace ; " Now thou'rt an object meet for healing grace ; " No merit thine , no virtue , hope , belief , " Nothing hast thou , but misery , sin , and grief , " The best ...
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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.