The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George CrabbeJ. Murray, 1847 - 587 páginas |
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... reason why many are called , is , because the mercy of God is not confined , is unspeakable . The reason why so few are chosen , is , because man's depravity is so great , so extensive . The call is God's ; the choice is ours ; -that we ...
... reason why many are called , is , because the mercy of God is not confined , is unspeakable . The reason why so few are chosen , is , because man's depravity is so great , so extensive . The call is God's ; the choice is ours ; -that we ...
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... reason to suspect that his long absence from his incumbency had been , gay or pathetical , -as , in my humble judgment , no poet except Shakspeare , has excelled . " been served by respectable and diligent clergy- The on other grounds ...
... reason to suspect that his long absence from his incumbency had been , gay or pathetical , -as , in my humble judgment , no poet except Shakspeare , has excelled . " been served by respectable and diligent clergy- The on other grounds ...
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... reason to expect . Life , as my friend Fuseli constantly repeats , is very short , therefore do not delay coming to see us any longer than you can possibly help . Be assured we shall all rejoice at the event . In the mean time , believe ...
... reason to expect . Life , as my friend Fuseli constantly repeats , is very short , therefore do not delay coming to see us any longer than you can possibly help . Be assured we shall all rejoice at the event . In the mean time , believe ...
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... reason for my silence was the fear of assuming much more of a literary character than belongs to me ; though , on the score of friendship for the author , and admi- ration of his works , I will not yield to the most intelligent and ...
... reason for my silence was the fear of assuming much more of a literary character than belongs to me ; though , on the score of friendship for the author , and admi- ration of his works , I will not yield to the most intelligent and ...
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... reason- denied . " rapidly . At length emetics were fortunately tried , although he had always a great aversion to this species of medicine , and the effect was palpably beneficial , though his recovery was lasted , was that of perfect ...
... reason- denied . " rapidly . At length emetics were fortunately tried , although he had always a great aversion to this species of medicine , and the effect was palpably beneficial , though his recovery was lasted , was that of perfect ...
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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...