The poetical works of ... George Crabbe, with his letters and journals, and his life, by his son [G. Crabbe].1840 |
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... gentle Gales Mira 308 308 308 Hymn - " Oh , 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 ...
... gentle Gales Mira 308 308 308 Hymn - " Oh , 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 ...
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... gentle Delicacy turns her eye From the loose page , and blushes her reply , Alone , unheeded , calls her soul to arms , Fears every thought , and flies from all alarms . Pale Study here , to one great point resign'd ; Derides the ...
... gentle Delicacy turns her eye From the loose page , and blushes her reply , Alone , unheeded , calls her soul to arms , Fears every thought , and flies from all alarms . Pale Study here , to one great point resign'd ; Derides the ...
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... gently clouded skies Disperse the sad reflections as they rise ; Where other suns their vital power display , And round revolving planets dart the day ; Where comets blaze , by mortals unsurvey'd , And stray where Galileo never stray'd ...
... gently clouded skies Disperse the sad reflections as they rise ; Where other suns their vital power display , And round revolving planets dart the day ; Where comets blaze , by mortals unsurvey'd , And stray where Galileo never stray'd ...
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... gentle in this silent coast , Nor finds a single heretic to roast ; Here , their fierce rage subdued , and lost their pride , The Pope and Luther slumber side by side . ] ( 3 ) [ " How peaceably they stand together : Papists and ...
... gentle in this silent coast , Nor finds a single heretic to roast ; Here , their fierce rage subdued , and lost their pride , The Pope and Luther slumber side by side . ] ( 3 ) [ " How peaceably they stand together : Papists and ...
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... gentle . This doctrine , so ac- cordant with the best principles of our nature , commended not only by the wisdom of this consummate philosopher , but also by the experience of one of the most judicious and conscientious physicians of ...
... gentle . This doctrine , so ac- cordant with the best principles of our nature , commended not only by the wisdom of this consummate philosopher , but also by the experience of one of the most judicious and conscientious physicians of ...
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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...