CrabbeMacmillan, 1903 - 210 pages |
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... 34 CHAPTER IV LIFE AT BELVOIR CASTLE 55 . CHAPTER V IN SUFFOLK AGAIN . 1 71 CHAPTER VI " THE PARISH REGISTER " 91 CHAPTER VII " THE BOROUGH " 108 CHAPTER VIII " TALES " 128 VISITING IN LONDON CHAPTER IX PAGE 146 CHAPTER X "
... 34 CHAPTER IV LIFE AT BELVOIR CASTLE 55 . CHAPTER V IN SUFFOLK AGAIN . 1 71 CHAPTER VI " THE PARISH REGISTER " 91 CHAPTER VII " THE BOROUGH " 108 CHAPTER VIII " TALES " 128 VISITING IN LONDON CHAPTER IX PAGE 146 CHAPTER X "
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... pleasant and quiet watering - place on the coast of Suffolk , only a few miles from Saxmundham , with which it is connected by a branch line of the Great Eastern Railway . It began to be known for its 1. ] 3 EARLY LIFE IN ALDEBURGH.
... pleasant and quiet watering - place on the coast of Suffolk , only a few miles from Saxmundham , with which it is connected by a branch line of the Great Eastern Railway . It began to be known for its 1. ] 3 EARLY LIFE IN ALDEBURGH.
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... Suffolk for many generations . His father , after school - teaching in various parishes in the neighbourhood , finally settled down in his native place as collector of the salt duties , a post which his father had filled before him Here ...
... Suffolk for many generations . His father , after school - teaching in various parishes in the neighbourhood , finally settled down in his native place as collector of the salt duties , a post which his father had filled before him Here ...
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... Suffolk town of Beccles , where her mother still resided , and where Miss Elmy paid her occasional visits . The long journey from Aldeburgh to Beccles was often taken by Crabbe , and the changing features of the scenery traversed were ...
... Suffolk town of Beccles , where her mother still resided , and where Miss Elmy paid her occasional visits . The long journey from Aldeburgh to Beccles was often taken by Crabbe , and the changing features of the scenery traversed were ...
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... Suffolk that his descriptions , when once he found where his true strength lay , owed a charm for which readers of poetry had long been hungering . The floral outfit of pastoral poets , when Crabbe began to write , was a hortus siccus ...
... Suffolk that his descriptions , when once he found where his true strength lay , owed a charm for which readers of poetry had long been hungering . The floral outfit of pastoral poets , when Crabbe began to write , was a hortus siccus ...
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acquaintance admirable Aldeburgh already appeared beauty Beccles Belvoir Castle Borough brother Burke Burke's called character Charles James Fox child couplet Crabbe seems Crabbe's critics death Dodsley doubt Dudley North Duke early eyes father feel FitzGerald fortune George Crabbe Glemham Glemham Hall Goldsmith Hall happy heart hope human humble interest kind lady later Leadbeater Leicestershire letter lines literary Little Glemham live London Lord lover married Mary Leadbeater mind Miss Elmy Moreover Muston nature neighbourhood neighbours never o'er occasion once pain Parham Parish Register parishioners passage picture poem poet poet's poetic poetry poor Popian prose published Pucklechurch quoted readers Rendham residence Rogers Scott Sir Eustace Grey sorrows stanzas Stathern story Suffolk taste tells thou thought Thurlow tion told Tovell town Trowbridge truth Vale of Belvoir verse village volume wife Wordsworth writes young youth
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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 49 - 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...
Page 50 - 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...
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 ; There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil...
Page 46 - I have sent you back Mr. Crabbe's poem; which " I read with great delight. It is original, vigorous, and elegant. " The alterations which I have made, I do not require him to " adopt ; for my lines are, perhaps, not often better [than] his " own : but he may take mine and his own together, and " perhaps, between them, produce something better than "either. — He is not to think his copy wantonly defaced; a " wet sponge will wash all the red lines away, and leave the "pages clean.
Page 133 - And well-feign'd apprehension in her eyes ; Train'd but yet savage in her speaking face, He mark'd the features of her vagrant race ; When a light laugh and roguish leer express...
Page 161 - Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off" as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light, Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian- angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
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 101 - 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 honour'd head ; No more that awful glance on playful wight, Compell'd to kneel and tremble at the sight, To fold his fingers, all in dread the while, Till Mister Ashford soften'd to a smile; No more that meek and suppliant look in prayer.