The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 4J. Murray, 1834 |
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... heart . " -- GIFFORD . ] ( 2 ) [ " Truth is always strange- Stranger than fiction . If it could be told , How much would Novels gain by the exchange ? " & c . - BYRON . See antè , vol . ii . p . 60. ] Time have I lent - I would their ...
... heart . " -- GIFFORD . ] ( 2 ) [ " Truth is always strange- Stranger than fiction . If it could be told , How much would Novels gain by the exchange ? " & c . - BYRON . See antè , vol . ii . p . 60. ] Time have I lent - I would their ...
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... heart would feel ! Most horrid was it : -for , behold , the floor Has stain of blood , and will be clean no more : Hark to the winds ! which through the wide saloon And the long passage send a dismal tune , Music that ghosts delight in ...
... heart would feel ! Most horrid was it : -for , behold , the floor Has stain of blood , and will be clean no more : Hark to the winds ! which through the wide saloon And the long passage send a dismal tune , Music that ghosts delight in ...
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... heart , are sufficient to defend from the evils of life . This work , we are told , was written in opposition to the moral system , then fashionable , that virtue and happiness are constant concomitants , or , as expressed by Con- greve ...
... heart , are sufficient to defend from the evils of life . This work , we are told , was written in opposition to the moral system , then fashionable , that virtue and happiness are constant concomitants , or , as expressed by Con- greve ...
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... heart . " Sore was the grief to see him angry come , " And teased with business , make distress at home : " The father's fury and the children's cries " I soon could bear , but not my mother's sighs ; " For she look'd back on comforts ...
... heart . " Sore was the grief to see him angry come , " And teased with business , make distress at home : " The father's fury and the children's cries " I soon could bear , but not my mother's sighs ; " For she look'd back on comforts ...
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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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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.