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“Fortunes are made, if I the facts may state-- Though poor myself, I know the fortunate: First, there's a knowledge of the way from whence Good fortune comes--and this is sterling sense: Then perseverance, never to decline The chase of riches till the prey is thine; And firmness never to be drawn away By any passion from that noble prey-- By love, ambition, study, travel, fame, Or the vain hope that lives upon a name.”

Quote by George Crabbe

Book:The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One Volume

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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

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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

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“Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind To stamp a lasting image of the mind! Beasts may convey, and tuneful birds may sing, Their mutual feelings, in the opening spring; But Man alone has skill and power to send The heart's warm dictates to the distant friend; 'Tis his alone to please, instruct, advise Ages remote, and nations yet to rise.”

Men Mind Heart May Feelings Age Nations Mankind Taught Please Skills Spring Bird Warm Opening Beast Mutual Lasting Stamps Advise Gracious Printing Distant Friend

Book:The Poetical Works of George Crabbe

Source: The Poetical Works of George Crabbe

“But jest apart--what virtue canst thou trace In that broad trim that hides thy sober face? Does that long-skirted drab, that over-nice And formal clothing, prove a scorn of vice? Then for thine accent--what in sound can be So void of grace as dull monotony?”

Long Doe Faces Sound Virtue Grace Nice Prove Vices Dull Broads Clothings Void Accents Formal Sober Scorn Jest Monotony

Author:George Crabbe

“To every class we have a school assign'd, Rules for all ranks, and food for every mind: Yet one there is, that small regard to rule Or study pays, and still is deem'd a school; That, where a deaf, poor, patient widow sits, And awes some thirty infants as she knits; Infants of humble, busy wives, who pay Some trifling price for freedom through the day. At this good matron's hut the children meet, Who thus becomes the mother of the street.”

Mind Children Stills School Mother Poor Pay Class Study Wife Streets Regard Patient Busy Humble Thirty Awe Infant Deaf Widows Trifling Huts

Book:The Poetical Works of George Crabbe: With a Life of the Author

Source: The Poetical Works of George Crabbe: With a Life of the Author

“Fears of sinning let in thoughts of sin.”

Book:The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes

Source: The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes

“Beauties, when disposed to sleep, Should from the eye of keen inspector keep: The lovely nymph who would her swain surprise, May close her mouth, but not conceal her eyes; Sleep from the fairest face some beauty takes, And all the homely features homelier makes.”

Should May Eye Faces Sleep Mouths Surprise Lovely Features Her Eyes Homely Inspectors Nymphs

Book:The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes

Source: The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes

“A club there is of smokers--dare you come To that close, clouded, hot, narcotic room? When, midnight past, the very candles seem Dying for air, and give a ghastly gleam; When curling fumes in lazy wreaths arise, And prosing topers rub their winking eyes.”

Source: The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes

“Soldiers in arms! Defenders of our soil! Who from destruction save us; who from spoil Protect the sons of peace, who traffic or who toil; Would I could duly praise you, that each deed Your foe's might honor, and your friends might read.”

Might Son Arms Honor Protect Destruction Praise Soldier Deeds Soil Traffic Toil Foe Spoil Defenders

Author:George Crabbe

“The gentle fair on nervous tea relies, Whilst gay good-nature sparkles in her eyes; An inoffensive scandal fluttering round, Too rough to tickle, and too light to wound.”

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Book:The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes

Source: The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes

“When winter stern, his gloomy front uprears, A sable void the barren earth appears; The meads no more their former verdure boast, Fast-bound their streams, and all their beauty lost; The herds, the flocks, in icy garments mourn, and wildly murmur for the Spring's return; From snow-topp'd hills the whirlwinds keenly blow, Howl through the woods, and pierce the vales below, Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies.”

Source: The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe

“Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain, Treat those of common parts with proud disdain; The powers that wisdom would, improving, hide, They blaze abroad, with inconsid'rate pride; While yet but mere probationers for fame, They seize the honor they should then disclaim: Honor so hurried to the light must fade, The lasting laurels nourish in the shade.”

Source: The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One Volume