“Say, ye oppress'd by some fantastic woes, Some jarring nerve that baffles your repose; Who press the downy couch, while slaves advance With timid eye, to read the distant glance; Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease, To name the nameless ever-new disease; Who with mock patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain and that alone can cure; How would ye bear in real pain to lie, Despised, neglected, left alone to die? How would ye bear to draw your latest breath, Where all that's wretched paves the way for death?”
Quote by George Crabbe
Work
The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One Volume
This volume presents the poetry of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok, showcasing their full body of work in one convenient edition. The poets' works are renowned for their contributions to English literature, and this collection aims to provide readers with a comprehensive view of their poetic achievements. more
Author
George Crabbe
George Crabbe (December 24, 1754 - February 3, 1832) was an English poet known for his profound depictions of rural life and critical reflections on social realities. His poetry, characterized by its detailed portrayal of the countryside and social commentary, has earned him a place as one of the most significant poets of the late 18th and early 19th centuries. more
You May Also Like
“Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.”
“Ease leads to habit, as success to ease. He lives by rule who lives himself to please.”
Source: The poetical works of the rev. George Crabbe: with his letters and journals, and his life
Source: The Tales and Miscellaneous Poems
Source: Tales
“Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.”
Source: The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes
Source: The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One Volume
Source: The Poetical Works of George Crabbe