George Crabbe
George Crabbe
George Crabbewas an English poet, surgeon, and clergyman. He is best known for his early use of the realistic narrative form and his descriptions of middle and working-class life and people...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth24 December 1754
degrees done
Good is done by degrees.
passion news masters
A master passion is the love of news.
musician tunes
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune.
dark law mind
"Lawyers Are": By law's dark by-ways he has stored his mind with wicked knowledge on how to cheat mankind.
house pay praise
To the house of a friend if you're pleased to retire, You must all things admit, you must all things admire; You must pay with observance the price of your treat, You must eat what is praised, and must praise what you eat.
heart emotional heal
We cannot heal the throbbing heart till we discern the wounds within.
life dies
Let's learn to live, for we must die alone.
life pain views
Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views, Life's little cares and little pains refuse? Shall he not rather feel a double share Of mortal woe, when doubly arm'd to bear?
life lost
Life's bloomy flush was lost.
life live-life life-is
Life is not measured by the time we live.
poetry myrtle ruins
Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme? Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread, By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?
wise kings selfish
This, books can do-nor this alone; they give New views to life, and teach us how to live; They soothe the grieved, the stubborn they chastise; Fools they admonish, and confirm the wise. Their aid they yield to all: they never shun The man of sorrow, nor the wretch undone; Unlike the hard, the selfish, and the proud, They fly not sullen from the suppliant crowd; Nor tell to various people various things, But show to subjects, what they show to kings.
eye men animal
With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.
hurt fear lying
A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.