The poetical works of ... George Crabbe, with his letters and journals, and his life, by his son [G. Crabbe].1840 |
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... thou , who taught my infant eye " 309 The Wish The Comparison Goldsmith to the Author 310 - 311 - 311 The Resurrection · Fragment - " Proud little Man , opinion's slave " 312 My Birth - day , Dec. 24. 1778 · 312 - 313 To Eliza - " The ...
... thou , who taught my infant eye " 309 The Wish The Comparison Goldsmith to the Author 310 - 311 - 311 The Resurrection · Fragment - " Proud little Man , opinion's slave " 312 My Birth - day , Dec. 24. 1778 · 312 - 313 To Eliza - " The ...
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... thou , thou little page , unfold ? " Say , doth thy lord my Claribel withhold ? " Go tell him straight , Sir Knight , thou must resign " The captive queen ; — for Claribel is mine . " Away he flies ; and now for bloody deeds , ; Black ...
... thou , thou little page , unfold ? " Say , doth thy lord my Claribel withhold ? " Go tell him straight , Sir Knight , thou must resign " The captive queen ; — for Claribel is mine . " Away he flies ; and now for bloody deeds , ; Black ...
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... thou , the partner of my pensive breast , And , but for one ! its most delightful guest , But for that one of whom ' t was joy to talk , When the chaste moon gleam'd o'er our ev'ning walk And cooing fondly in the neighbouring groves The ...
... thou , the partner of my pensive breast , And , but for one ! its most delightful guest , But for that one of whom ' t was joy to talk , When the chaste moon gleam'd o'er our ev'ning walk And cooing fondly in the neighbouring groves The ...
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... Thou art his lord , the best of tyrants thou ! ( 1 ) [ Original Edition : - Sure in his shot , his game he seldom mist , And seldom fail'd to win his game at whist . ] ' The ( 2 ) " [ Mr. Crabbe told me , that when he first published ...
... Thou art his lord , the best of tyrants thou ! ( 1 ) [ Original Edition : - Sure in his shot , his game he seldom mist , And seldom fail'd to win his game at whist . ] ' The ( 2 ) " [ Mr. Crabbe told me , that when he first published ...
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... THOU , when every virtue , every grace , Rose in thy soul , or shone within thy face ; [ known When , though the son of GRANBY ( 2 ) , thou wert Less by thy father's glory than thy own ; When Honour loved and gave thee every charm ...
... THOU , when every virtue , every grace , Rose in thy soul , or shone within thy face ; [ known When , though the son of GRANBY ( 2 ) , thou wert Less by thy father's glory than thy own ; When Honour loved and gave thee every charm ...
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Aldborough antè appear beauty behold believing band blest boast bosom breast Burke call'd charms Crabbe Crabbe's dead death delight dread dream Duke of Rutland Envy evil fair fame fate favour fears feel fled foes follies gay bride genius gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief happy heart honour hope kind labour live look look'd Lope de Vega Lord Lord Holland Lord Robert Manners Lord Thurlow mind Muse Muston never numbers nymphs o'er pain Parish Parish Register passions peace pleasure poem poet poor praise pride proud race rage rest round rustic scenes scorn shame sigh sing Sir Eustace slave smile sorrow soul spirit Stephen Duck swain taste tears thee thine thou thought tribe truth verses vex'd Village virtue weep woes wretched youth
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Página 35 - ... 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.
Página 47 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.
Página 47 - It was from out the rind of one apple tasted, that the knowledge of good and evil, as two twins cleaving together, leaped forth into the world. And perhaps this is that doom which Adam fell into of knowing good and evil, that is to say, of knowing good by evil.
Página 42 - 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.
Página 47 - He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true warfaring Christian.
Página 37 - Knowledge is of two kinds. We know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information upon it.
Página 86 - passing rich with forty pounds a year?" Ah! no, a Shepherd of a different stock, And far unlike him, feeds this little flock; A jovial youth, who thinks his Sunday's task, As much as God or Man can fairly ask; The rest he gives to loves and labours light, To Fields the morning and to Feasts the night; None better...
Página 77 - 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 mingled tints the rocky coasts abound, And a...
Página 217 - 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...
Página 74 - On Mincio's banks, in Caesar's bounteous reign, If Tityrus found the Golden Age again, Must sleepy bards the flattering dream prolong, Mechanic echoes of the Mantuan song? From Truth and Nature shall we widely stray, Where Virgil, not where Fancy, leads the way? Yes, thus the Muses sing of happy swains, Because the Muses never knew their pains: They boast their peasants...