George Crabbe (24 December 1754 - 3 February 1832 / Aldeburgh, Suffulk)
Quotations
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''Worn with life's care, love yet was love.''
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British poet. A Marriage Ring (l. 4). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. -
''Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain,
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British poet, clergyman. repr. in Poetical Works, eds. A.J. and R.M. Carlyle (1908, rev.1924). Baptisms, pt. 1, l. 273-4, The Parish Register (1807).
Like other farmers, flourish and complain.'' -
''Here dull and hopeless he'd lie down and trace
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British poet. The Borough: Peter Grimes. . . Oxford Book of Narrative Verse, The. Iona Opie and Peter Opie, eds. (1983) Oxford University Press.
How sidelong crabs had scrawled their crooked race;'' -
''With awe, around these silent walks I tread;
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British clergyman, poet. repr. in Poetical Works, eds. A.J. and R.M. Carlyle (1908, rev.1924). The Library, l. 105-6 (1808).
These are the lasting mansions of the dead.'' -
''What I behold are feverish fits of strife,
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British poet. The Parish Register (l. 4). OAEL-1. Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
'Twixt fears of dying and desire of life:'' -
''While the town small-talk flows from lip to lip;
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British clergyman, poet. repr. in Poetical Works, eds. A.J. and R.M. Carlyle (1908, rev.1924). The Vicar, l. 70-2, The Borough, letter 3 (1810).
Intrigues half-gathered, conversation-scraps,
Kitchen-cabals, and nursery-mishaps.'' -
''Habit with him was all the test of truth,
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British clergyman, poet. "The Vicar," letter 3, The Borough.
It must be right: I've done it from my youth.'' -
''Habit with him was all the test of truth,
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British clergyman, poet. repr. in Poetical Works, eds. A.J. and R.M. Carlyle (1908, rev.1924). The Vicar, l. 138-9, The Borough, letter 3 (1810).
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."'' -
''Because the Muses never knew their pains.
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British poet. The Village. OAEL-1. Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
They boast their peasants' pipes, but peasants now
Resign their pipes and plod behind the plough;'' -
''A potent quack, long versed in human ills,
George Crabbe (1754-1832), British poet. The Village. . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
Who first insults the victim whom he kills;
Whose murd'rous hand a drowsy bench protect,
And whose most tender mercy is neglect.''
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The Village: Book I
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.
Fled are those times, when, in harmonious strains,
The rustic poet praised his native plains:
