The poetical works of ... George Crabbe, with his letters and journals, and his life, by his son [G. Crabbe].1840 |
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... fears , as predominating over every pre - indulged thought of a more favourable nature , when I was told that a judge so discerning had consented to read and give his opinion of " The Village , " the poem I had prepared for publication ...
... fears , as predominating over every pre - indulged thought of a more favourable nature , when I was told that a judge so discerning had consented to read and give his opinion of " The Village , " the poem I had prepared for publication ...
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... fears . After these was published " The Newspaper : " it had not the advantage of such previous criticism from any friends , nor perhaps so much of my own attention as I ought to have given to it ; but the impression was disposed of ...
... fears . After these was published " The Newspaper : " it had not the advantage of such previous criticism from any friends , nor perhaps so much of my own attention as I ought to have given to it ; but the impression was disposed of ...
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... fears of his censure . These fears being so prevalent with me , I deter- mined not to publish any thing more , unless I could first obtain the sanction of such an opinion as I might with some confidence rely upon . I looked for a friend ...
... fears of his censure . These fears being so prevalent with me , I deter- mined not to publish any thing more , unless I could first obtain the sanction of such an opinion as I might with some confidence rely upon . I looked for a friend ...
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... fear , whatever assist- ance I have had or have needed , it becomes me to leave my verses to the judgment of the reader , with- out my endeavour to point out their merit , or an apology for their defects : yet as , among the poetical ...
... fear , whatever assist- ance I have had or have needed , it becomes me to leave my verses to the judgment of the reader , with- out my endeavour to point out their merit , or an apology for their defects : yet as , among the poetical ...
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... for themselves , with all their friends have done for them , they are , like him , in dread of examination , and in fear of disappointment . Muston , Leicestershire , September , 1807 . THE LIBRARY . ( ' ) ( 1 ) [ C 4 PREFACE . 23.
... for themselves , with all their friends have done for them , they are , like him , in dread of examination , and in fear of disappointment . Muston , Leicestershire , September , 1807 . THE LIBRARY . ( ' ) ( 1 ) [ C 4 PREFACE . 23.
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 37 - Knowledge is of two kinds. We know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information upon it.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...