The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 4J. Murray, 1834 |
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... round the room , put out the light , And shook the curtains round her bed . No cruel uncle kept her land , No tyrant father forced her hand ; She had no vixen virgin - aunt , Without whose aid she could not eat , And yet who poison'd ...
... round the room , put out the light , And shook the curtains round her bed . No cruel uncle kept her land , No tyrant father forced her hand ; She had no vixen virgin - aunt , Without whose aid she could not eat , And yet who poison'd ...
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... round : " For I perceived , yet would not soon perceive , My husband stealing from my view to grieve : " Silent he grew , and when he spoke he sigh'd , “ And surly look'd , and peevishly replied : “ Pensive by nature , he had gone of ...
... round : " For I perceived , yet would not soon perceive , My husband stealing from my view to grieve : " Silent he grew , and when he spoke he sigh'd , “ And surly look'd , and peevishly replied : “ Pensive by nature , he had gone of ...
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... round for comfort , and was chased by scorn . And now we saw him on the beach reclined , Or causeless walking in the wintery wind ; And when it raised a loud and angry sea , He stood and gazed , in wretched reverie : He heeded not the ...
... round for comfort , and was chased by scorn . And now we saw him on the beach reclined , Or causeless walking in the wintery wind ; And when it raised a loud and angry sea , He stood and gazed , in wretched reverie : He heeded not the ...
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... round , And weeping said , " Thou hast thy ' prentice drown'd . " Now the stern man was summon'd to the hall , To tell his tale before the burghers all : He gave th ' account ; profess'd the lad he loved , And kept his brazen features ...
... round , And weeping said , " Thou hast thy ' prentice drown'd . " Now the stern man was summon'd to the hall , To tell his tale before the burghers all : He gave th ' account ; profess'd the lad he loved , And kept his brazen features ...
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... round his bed ; Then dropp'd exhausted , and appear'd at rest , Till the strong foe the vital powers possess'd ; Then with an inward , broken voice he cried , 66 Again they come , " and mutter'd as he died . ( 1 ) ( 1 ) The character of ...
... round his bed ; Then dropp'd exhausted , and appear'd at rest , Till the strong foe the vital powers possess'd ; Then with an inward , broken voice he cried , 66 Again they come , " and mutter'd as he died . ( 1 ) ( 1 ) The character 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.