The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George CrabbeJ. Murray, 1847 - 587 |
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... PREFACE ................. 171 172 Letter I. GENERAL DESCRIPTION . 175 II . THE CHURCH ..... 178 III . THE VICar , the CurATE , & C ... 182 IV . INTRODUCTION ..................................................................
... PREFACE ................. 171 172 Letter I. GENERAL DESCRIPTION . 175 II . THE CHURCH ..... 178 III . THE VICar , the CurATE , & C ... 182 IV . INTRODUCTION ..................................................................
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... letter to the late Mr. Dudley North , brother to the candidate for Aldborough , requesting the loan of a small sum ; " and a very extraordinary letter it was , " said Mr. North to his petitioner some years afterwards : " I did not ...
... letter to the late Mr. Dudley North , brother to the candidate for Aldborough , requesting the loan of a small sum ; " and a very extraordinary letter it was , " said Mr. North to his petitioner some years afterwards : " I did not ...
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... letter from you to - day , and the knowing myself to be pos- sessed but of sixpence - farthing in the world , are much more consequential things . " I have got pretty forward in my book , and shall soon know its fate ; if bad , these ...
... letter from you to - day , and the knowing myself to be pos- sessed but of sixpence - farthing in the world , are much more consequential things . " I have got pretty forward in my book , and shall soon know its fate ; if bad , these ...
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... letter to Lord North . I have diligently read it over , and believe it far the most con- sequential piece I ever executed , whether in prose or poetry . Its success will soon prove whether it is in the power of my talents to obtain me ...
... letter to Lord North . I have diligently read it over , and believe it far the most con- sequential piece I ever executed , whether in prose or poetry . Its success will soon prove whether it is in the power of my talents to obtain me ...
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... letter to Lord Shelburne , but cannot recollect an exact copy , as I altered much of it , and I believe , in point of expression , for the better . I want not , I know , your best wishes ; those and her prayers my Mira gives God will ...
... letter to Lord Shelburne , but cannot recollect an exact copy , as I altered much of it , and I believe , in point of expression , for the better . I want not , I know , your best wishes ; those and her prayers my Mira gives God will ...
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Aldborough appear'd Ballitore beauty Beccles behold Belvoir Castle brother call'd comfort Crabbe Crabbe's cried dear delight doubt dread dream Duke of Rutland ease fair fame fancy fate father favour favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd foes fond gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grief grieved happy hear heard heart honour hope humble kind knew labour lady live look look'd Lord Lord Holland Lord Robert Manners lover maid marriage mind Muse Muston never nymph o'er pain pass'd passions peace pity pleased pleasure poem poet poison'd poor praise pride Pucklechurch racter Rendham rest scene seem'd shame sigh smile sorrow soul speak spirit strong Suffolk thee things thou thought Trowbridge truth Vale of Belvoir vex'd virtue wife wish woes wretched young youth
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Strona 103 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and, being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys" a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Strona 103 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Strona 115 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears ; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There Thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There Poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil, There the blue Bugloss paints the sterile soil ; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy Mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the Charlock throws a shade, And clasping Tares cling round the sickly blade ; With...
Strona 105 - And God saw their works, that they turned from their evil way; and God repented of the evil that he had said that he would do unto them; and he did it not.
Strona 183 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Strona 240 - I waked one morning in the beginning of last June from a dream, of which all I could recover was, that I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story) and that on the uppermost bannister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour.
Strona 151 - I feel his absence in the hours of prayer, And view his seat and sigh for Isaac there ; I see no more those white locks thinly spread Round the bald polish of that...
Strona 246 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Strona 117 - The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they! The moping idiot and the madman gay. Here too the sick their final doom receive, Here brought, amid the scenes of grief, to grieve, Where the loud groans from some sad chamber flow, Mix'd with the clamours of the crowd below...
Strona 130 - Cataracts of declamation thunder here ; There forests of no meaning spread the page, In which all comprehension wanders lost ; While fields of pleasantry amuse us there With merry descants on a nation's woes. The rest appears a wilderness of strange But gay confusion ; roses for the cheeks, And lilies for the brows of faded age, Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald...