The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George CrabbeJ. Murray, 1847 - 587 páginas |
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... never himself again . Whether my father's more frequent visits to Parham , growing dislike to his profession , or increasing attachment to poetical composition , contributed most to his ultimate abandonment of medicine , I do not ...
... never himself again . Whether my father's more frequent visits to Parham , growing dislike to his profession , or increasing attachment to poetical composition , contributed most to his ultimate abandonment of medicine , I do not ...
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... never to be excelled ; but the style of each had been so long imitated by inferior per- sons , that the world was not unlikely to welcome some one who should strike into a newer path . The strong and powerful satirist Churchill , the ...
... never to be excelled ; but the style of each had been so long imitated by inferior per- sons , that the world was not unlikely to welcome some one who should strike into a newer path . The strong and powerful satirist Churchill , the ...
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... never made an observation , nor is ever likely to do so . " Having thus got my character in the family , my employment remains ( I suppose ) a secret , and I believe ' t is a debate whether I am copying briefs for an attorney , or songs ...
... never made an observation , nor is ever likely to do so . " Having thus got my character in the family , my employment remains ( I suppose ) a secret , and I believe ' t is a debate whether I am copying briefs for an attorney , or songs ...
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... never had he been so affectionately received as when , a pennyless dependant , he first entered the hall of that beautiful mansion , and , during the whole of his stay , he was cheered by a constancy of kind and polite attention , such ...
... never had he been so affectionately received as when , a pennyless dependant , he first entered the hall of that beautiful mansion , and , during the whole of his stay , he was cheered by a constancy of kind and polite attention , such ...
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... never came from my fathert - hat the first use he made of this good fortune was , to seek out and relieve some objects of real indigence - poor scholars like himself , whom he had known when sharing their wretchedness in the City and I ...
... never came from my fathert - hat the first use he made of this good fortune was , to seek out and relieve some objects of real indigence - poor scholars like himself , whom he had known when sharing their wretchedness in the City and I ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...