The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George CrabbeJ. Murray, 1847 - 587 pages |
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... knew his deficiencies far better than any one else did . He had , moreover , a clever and active opponent in the late Mr. Raymond ; and the practice which fell to his share was the poorest the place afforded . His very passion for ...
... knew his deficiencies far better than any one else did . He had , moreover , a clever and active opponent in the late Mr. Raymond ; and the practice which fell to his share was the poorest the place afforded . His very passion for ...
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... knew little of the world , and had read books only : I wrote , and fancied perfection in my compositions ; when I wanted bread they promised me affluence , and soothed me with dreams of reputation , whilst my appearance subjected me to ...
... knew little of the world , and had read books only : I wrote , and fancied perfection in my compositions ; when I wanted bread they promised me affluence , and soothed me with dreams of reputation , whilst my appearance subjected me to ...
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... knew better than he , that the metropolis has always abundance of such objects , if any one would search for them ? or who , -I may safely appeal to all that knew him , -ever sacrificed time and trouble in the cause of benevolence ...
... knew better than he , that the metropolis has always abundance of such objects , if any one would search for them ? or who , -I may safely appeal to all that knew him , -ever sacrificed time and trouble in the cause of benevolence ...
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... knew the worth of her husband , and was grateful for his kindness ; for she had only to express her wishes , and his own inclinations , if at variance , were cheerfully sacrificed . " Never , " said her own sister , was there a better ...
... knew the worth of her husband , and was grateful for his kindness ; for she had only to express her wishes , and his own inclinations , if at variance , were cheerfully sacrificed . " Never , " said her own sister , was there a better ...
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... knew him ever regarded him with less respect on ac- count of this pardonable sort of weakness ; and though love might be out of the question , I be- lieve he inspired feelings of no ordinary regard in more than one of the fair objects ...
... knew him ever regarded him with less respect on ac- count of this pardonable sort of weakness ; and though love might be out of the question , I be- lieve he inspired feelings of no ordinary regard in more than one of the fair objects ...
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Aldborough appear'd Ballitore beauty Beccles behold Belvoir Castle brother call'd comfort Crabbe Crabbe's cried dear delight doubt dread dream Duke of Rutland ease fair fame fancy fate father favour favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd foes fond gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grief grieved happy hear heard heart honour hope humble kind knew labour lady live look look'd Lord Lord Holland Lord Robert Manners lover maid marriage mind Muse Muston never nymph o'er pain pass'd passions peace pity pleased pleasure poem poet poison'd poor praise pride Pucklechurch racter Rendham rest scene seem'd shame sigh smile sorrow soul speak spirit strong Suffolk thee things thou thought Trowbridge truth Vale of Belvoir vex'd virtue wife wish woes wretched young youth
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