CrabbeMacmillan, 1903 - 210 pages |
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... written ( in part , at least ) as early as 1781 , while Wordsworth was yet a child , and before Cowper had published a volume . In yet another respect Crabbe was to work hand in hand with Wordsworth . He does not seem to have held ...
... written ( in part , at least ) as early as 1781 , while Wordsworth was yet a child , and before Cowper had published a volume . In yet another respect Crabbe was to work hand in hand with Wordsworth . He does not seem to have held ...
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... written that Crabbe was the truest painter of Nature in her less lovely phases . Crabbe was not stern in his attitude either to his fellow - men , or to the varying aspects of Nature , although for the first years of his life he was in ...
... written that Crabbe was the truest painter of Nature in her less lovely phases . Crabbe was not stern in his attitude either to his fellow - men , or to the varying aspects of Nature , although for the first years of his life he was in ...
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... written three or four stanzas that so far touched me in the reading them as to take off the consideration that they were things of my own fancy . " Thus far there was nothing in what he had printed in Inebriety or The Candidate that ...
... written three or four stanzas that so far touched me in the reading them as to take off the consideration that they were things of my own fancy . " Thus far there was nothing in what he had printed in Inebriety or The Candidate that ...
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... written in February or March of 1781. Crabbe delivered it with his own hands at Burke's house in Charles Street , St. James's , and ( as he long after told Walter Scott ) paced up and down Westminster Bridge all night in an agony of ...
... written in February or March of 1781. Crabbe delivered it with his own hands at Burke's house in Charles Street , St. James's , and ( as he long after told Walter Scott ) paced up and down Westminster Bridge all night in an agony of ...
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... written partly in his presence and submitted as a whole to his judgment . Crabbe elsewhere indicates clearly what were the weak points of his art , and what tendencies Burke found it most necessary he should counter- act . Writing his ...
... written partly in his presence and submitted as a whole to his judgment . Crabbe elsewhere indicates clearly what were the weak points of his art , and what tendencies Burke found it most necessary he should counter- act . Writing his ...
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Page 132 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth...
Page 51 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt, for all.
Page 50 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears; 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...
Page 52 - The holy stranger to these dismal walls ; And doth not he, the pious man, appear, He, "passing rich with forty pounds a year?
Page 82 - But silence ruled the still domain. Upon that boundless plain, below, The setting sun's last rays were shed, And gave a mild and sober glow, Where all were still, asleep, or dead ; Vast ruins in the midst were spread, Pillars and pediments sublime, Where the grey moss had form'da bed, And clothed the crumbling spoils of time.
Page 59 - But when the men beside their station took, The maidens with them, and with these the cook; When one huge wooden bowl before them stood, Fill'd with huge balls of farinaceous food ; With bacon, mass saline, where never lean Beneath the brown and bristly rind was seen; When from a single horn the party drew Their copious draughts of heavy ale and new ; When the coarse cloth she saw, with many a stain, Soil'd by rude hinds who cut and came again— She could not breathe; but, with a heavy sigh, Rein'd...
Page 48 - THE Village Life, and every care that reigns O'er youthful peasants and declining swains; What labour yields, and what, that labour past, Age, in its hour of languor, finds at last; What form the real picture of the poor, Demand a song — the Muse can give no more. I Fled are those times when, in harmonious strains, (The rustic poet praised his native plains. No shepherds now, in smooth alternate verse, Their country's beauty or their nymphs...
Page 33 - With awe, around these silent walks I tread; These are the lasting mansions of the dead:— " The dead," methinks a thousand tongues reply: " These are the tombs of such as cannot die ! " Crown'd with eternal fame, they sit sublime, " And laugh at all the little strife of time.
Page 51 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 52 - There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than childhood fears; The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they! The moping idiot, and the madman gay.