The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George CrabbeJ. Murray, 1847 - 587 pages |
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... wife , And never mention'd Luther in my life ; Their forms I follow'd , whether well or sick , And was a most obedient Catholick . But I had money - and these pastors found My notions vague , heretical , unsound , ' " Alas , poor Allen ...
... wife , And never mention'd Luther in my life ; Their forms I follow'd , whether well or sick , And was a most obedient Catholick . But I had money - and these pastors found My notions vague , heretical , unsound , ' " Alas , poor Allen ...
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... wife , two maids , and a shop full of men : the latter , consequently , neither know nor care who I am . A little pretty hawk - eyed girl , I've a great notion , thinks me a fool , for neglecting the devoirs a lodger is supposed to pay ...
... wife , two maids , and a shop full of men : the latter , consequently , neither know nor care who I am . A little pretty hawk - eyed girl , I've a great notion , thinks me a fool , for neglecting the devoirs a lodger is supposed to pay ...
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... wife to Mr. and Mrs. Burke , when he and she experienced the kindest reception ; but this was only a casual glimpse of his illustrious friend . I believe my father offered him the dedication of " The Newspaper , " as well as of some of ...
... wife to Mr. and Mrs. Burke , when he and she experienced the kindest reception ; but this was only a casual glimpse of his illustrious friend . I believe my father offered him the dedication of " The Newspaper , " as well as of some of ...
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... wife the husband's crime conveys , She tells the husband when his consort strays ; Her busy tongue , through all the little state , Diffuses doubt , suspicion , and debate ; Peace , tim'rous goddess ! quits her old domain , In sentiment ...
... wife the husband's crime conveys , She tells the husband when his consort strays ; Her busy tongue , through all the little state , Diffuses doubt , suspicion , and debate ; Peace , tim'rous goddess ! quits her old domain , In sentiment ...
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... wife at rest : - " To me a master's stern regard is shown , " I'm like his steed , prized highly as his own ; " Stroked but corrected , threatened when supplied , " His slave and boast , his victim and his pride . " " Cheer up , my lass ...
... wife at rest : - " To me a master's stern regard is shown , " I'm like his steed , prized highly as his own ; " Stroked but corrected , threatened when supplied , " His slave and boast , his victim and his pride . " " Cheer up , my lass ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...