The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 4J. Murray, 1834 |
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... duties of society , is either wound up to a pitch of heroism which never can be tried , or fixed in erroneous principles of morality and duty from which it is not easily reclaimed . " - Gifford . " On the contrary , in Sidney Biddulph ...
... duties of society , is either wound up to a pitch of heroism which never can be tried , or fixed in erroneous principles of morality and duty from which it is not easily reclaimed . " - Gifford . " On the contrary , in Sidney Biddulph ...
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... duties , such as prayer , contrition , fasting , and good works : he shows the evil done by reading such books as the Whole Duty of Man , and the Practice of Piety ; and complains heavily of his relation , an Irish bishop , who wanted ...
... duties , such as prayer , contrition , fasting , and good works : he shows the evil done by reading such books as the Whole Duty of Man , and the Practice of Piety ; and complains heavily of his relation , an Irish bishop , who wanted ...
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... duty of a child ; How , when the father in his Bible read , He in contempt and anger left the shed : " It is the word of life , " the parent cried ; " This is the life itself , " the boy replied ; And while old Peter in amazement stood ...
... duty of a child ; How , when the father in his Bible read , He in contempt and anger left the shed : " It is the word of life , " the parent cried ; " This is the life itself , " the boy replied ; And while old Peter in amazement stood ...
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... duties done , Soil'd , tatter'd , worn , and thrown in various heaps , Appear their books , and there confusion sleeps ; The workmen all are from the Babel fled , And lost their tools , till the return they dread : Meantime the master ...
... duties done , Soil'd , tatter'd , worn , and thrown in various heaps , Appear their books , and there confusion sleeps ; The workmen all are from the Babel fled , And lost their tools , till the return they dread : Meantime the master ...
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... duty's done ; His hour of leisure is of different kind , Then cares domestic rush upon his mind , And half the ease and comfort he enjoys , Is when surrounded by slates , books , and boys . Poor Reuben Dixon has the noisiest school Of ...
... duty's done ; His hour of leisure is of different kind , Then cares domestic rush upon his mind , And half the ease and comfort he enjoys , Is when surrounded by slates , books , and boys . Poor Reuben Dixon has the noisiest school Of ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.