The poetical works of ... George Crabbe, with his letters and journals, and his life, by his son [G. Crabbe].1840 |
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... rest ; When every object that appears in view , Partakes her gloom and seems dejected too ; Where shall affliction from itself retire ? ( 1 ) Where fade away and placidly expire ? ( 1 ) [ After line fourth , the original MS . reads as ...
... rest ; When every object that appears in view , Partakes her gloom and seems dejected too ; Where shall affliction from itself retire ? ( 1 ) Where fade away and placidly expire ? ( 1 ) [ After line fourth , the original MS . reads as ...
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... rest and reason fail . When the dull thought , by no designs employ'd , Dwells on the past , or suffer'd or enjoy'd , We bleed anew in every former grief , And joys departed furnish no relief . Not Hope herself , with all her flattering ...
... rest and reason fail . When the dull thought , by no designs employ'd , Dwells on the past , or suffer'd or enjoy'd , We bleed anew in every former grief , And joys departed furnish no relief . Not Hope herself , with all her flattering ...
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... rest , Why then denies the studious man to share Man's common good , who feels his common care ? Because the hope is his , that bids him fly Night's soft repose , and sleep's mild power defy ; That after - ages may repeat his praise ...
... rest , Why then denies the studious man to share Man's common good , who feels his common care ? Because the hope is his , that bids him fly Night's soft repose , and sleep's mild power defy ; That after - ages may repeat his praise ...
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... rests unsought , And Zeal sleeps soundly by the foes she fought ; Here all the rage of controversy ends , And rival zealots rest like bosom - friends : An Athanasian here , in deep repose , Sleeps with the fiercest of his Arian foes ...
... rests unsought , And Zeal sleeps soundly by the foes she fought ; Here all the rage of controversy ends , And rival zealots rest like bosom - friends : An Athanasian here , in deep repose , Sleeps with the fiercest of his Arian foes ...
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... rest , a still - increasing throng , And stretch their widening wings ten thousand strong ; Some in close fight their dubious claims maintain ; Some skirmish lightly , fly and fight again ; Coldly profane , and impiously gay , Their end ...
... rest , a still - increasing throng , And stretch their widening wings ten thousand strong ; Some in close fight their dubious claims maintain ; Some skirmish lightly , fly and fight again ; Coldly profane , and impiously gay , Their end ...
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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...