The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George CrabbeJ. Murray, 1847 - 587 pages |
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admired Aldborough appear Ballitore beauty Beccles behold Belvoir Belvoir Castle brother Burke comfort Crabbe Crabbe's cried dear delight dread Duke of Rutland fair fame fate father favour favourite fear feel felt foes GEORGE CRABBE give grace grief grieved happy hear heard heart honour hope hour humble Joanna Baillie kind knew labour lady letter live look look'd Lord Lord Holland Lord Robert Manners maid manners MARY LEADBEATER mind Muse Muston never nymph o'er pain Parish pass'd passions pity pleasure poem poet poor praise pride Pucklechurch racter Rendham rest scenes scorn seem'd sigh smile sorrow soul speak spirit Stathern strong Suffolk thee things thou thought Trowbridge truth Vale of Belvoir verses vex'd Village virtue wealth wife young youth
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Page 107 - 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. Assuredly we bring not innocence into the world, we bring impurity much rather: that which' purifies us is trial, and trial is by what is contrary.
Page 103 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Page 103 - Tis true, no age can restore a life, whereof perhaps there is no great loss; and revolutions of ages do not oft recover the loss of a rejected truth, for the want of which whole nations fare the worse.
Page 107 - 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 103 - For 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 3 - 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...
Page 246 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 62 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 116 - Ye gentle souls, who dream of rural ease, Whom the smooth stream and smoother sonnet please ' Go ! if the peaceful cot your praises share, Go look within, and ask if peace be there ; If peace be his, that drooping weary sire ; Or theirs, that offspring round their feeble fire ; Or hers, that matron pale, whose trembling hand Turns on. the wretched hearth th...
Page 114 - 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...