The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George CrabbeJ. Murray, 1847 - Počet stran: 587 |
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... give George the advantage of passing some time in a school at Bungay , on the borders of Norfolk , where it was hoped the activity of his mind would be disciplined into orderly diligence . I cannot say how soon this removal from the ...
... give George the advantage of passing some time in a school at Bungay , on the borders of Norfolk , where it was hoped the activity of his mind would be disciplined into orderly diligence . I cannot say how soon this removal from the ...
Strana 19
... give it a better fate than the trifles tried before ! " Sometimes I think I cannot fail ; and then , knowing how often . I have thought so of fallible things , I am again desponding . Yet , within these three or four days , I've been ...
... give it a better fate than the trifles tried before ! " Sometimes I think I cannot fail ; and then , knowing how often . I have thought so of fallible things , I am again desponding . Yet , within these three or four days , I've been ...
Strana 21
... give me success in it , or patience under any disappointment I may meet with from its wanting that . I have good hope from my letter , which I shall probably copy for you to - morrow , for I find I can't to - day . This afternoon I ...
... give me success in it , or patience under any disappointment I may meet with from its wanting that . I have good hope from my letter , which I shall probably copy for you to - morrow , for I find I can't to - day . This afternoon I ...
Strana 22
... give you my letter to Lord Shelburne , but cannot recollect an exact copy , as I altered much of it , and I believe , in point of expression , for the better . I want not , I know , your best wishes ; those and her prayers my Mira gives ...
... give you my letter to Lord Shelburne , but cannot recollect an exact copy , as I altered much of it , and I believe , in point of expression , for the better . I want not , I know , your best wishes ; those and her prayers my Mira gives ...
Strana 23
... give me food ; - Poor to the World I'd yet not live in vain , But show its lords their hearts , and my " Yet shall not Satire all my song engage In indiscriminate and idle rage ; disdain . True praise , where Virtue prompts , shall gild ...
... give me food ; - Poor to the World I'd yet not live in vain , But show its lords their hearts , and my " Yet shall not Satire all my song engage In indiscriminate and idle rage ; disdain . True praise , where Virtue prompts , shall gild ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 115 - 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, 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 shade, And clasping Tares cling round the sickly blade ; With...
Strana 105 - And God saw their works, that they turned from their evil way; and God repented of the evil that he had said that he would do unto them; and he did it not.
Strana 183 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Strana 240 - I waked one morning in the beginning of last June from a dream, of which all I could recover was, that I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story) and that on the uppermost bannister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour.
Strana 151 - 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 117 - The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they! The moping idiot and the madman gay. Here too the sick their final doom receive, Here brought, amid the scenes of grief, to grieve, Where the loud groans from some sad chamber flow, Mix'd with the clamours of the crowd below...
Strana 130 - Cataracts of declamation thunder here ; There forests of no meaning spread the page, In which all comprehension wanders lost ; While fields of pleasantry amuse us there With merry descants on a nation's woes. The rest appears a wilderness of strange But gay confusion ; roses for the cheeks, And lilies for the brows of faded age, Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald...