The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George CrabbeJ. Murray, 1847 - 587 pages |
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... child go ; he will enjoy the day ; For children ever feel delighted when They take their portion and enjoy with men . The linnet chirped upon the furze as well , To my young sense , as sings the nightingale . Without was Paradise ...
... child go ; he will enjoy the day ; For children ever feel delighted when They take their portion and enjoy with men . The linnet chirped upon the furze as well , To my young sense , as sings the nightingale . Without was Paradise ...
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... child had hitherto been dressed by his mother . Seeing the other boys begin to dress themselves , poor George , in great confusion , whispered to his bedfellow , " Master G- can you put on your shirt ? -for - for I'm afraid I cannot ...
... child had hitherto been dressed by his mother . Seeing the other boys begin to dress themselves , poor George , in great confusion , whispered to his bedfellow , " Master G- can you put on your shirt ? -for - for I'm afraid I cannot ...
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... child in his closet , for the purpose of dissection , took it into her head that it was no other than an infant whom she had had the misfortune to lose the week before . " Dr. Crabbe had dug up William ; she was certain he had ; and to ...
... child in his closet , for the purpose of dissection , took it into her head that it was no other than an infant whom she had had the misfortune to lose the week before . " Dr. Crabbe had dug up William ; she was certain he had ; and to ...
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... child , because he was considerately denied the food which his renovated stomach longed for . I have heard them laugh heartily at the tears he shed , because Sarah and his sister refused him a lobster on which he had set his affections ...
... child , because he was considerately denied the food which his renovated stomach longed for . I have heard them laugh heartily at the tears he shed , because Sarah and his sister refused him a lobster on which he had set his affections ...
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... child born to my parents , while still at Bel- voir , survived but a few hours ; their next , the writer of these ... children were added to their household , -John Crabbe , so long the affection- ate and unwearied assistant of his ...
... child born to my parents , while still at Bel- voir , survived but a few hours ; their next , the writer of these ... children were added to their household , -John Crabbe , so long the affection- ate and unwearied assistant of his ...
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