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
paint bards
I paint the cot, As truth will paint it, and as bards will not.
pain long effort
To show the world what long experience gains, requires not courage, though it calls for pains; but at life's outset to inform mankind is a bold effort of a valiant mind.
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?
art pain light
Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou Light divine! Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine! Oft will the body's weakness check thy force, Oft damp thy Vigour, and impede thy course; And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain Thy noble efforts, to contend with pain; Or Want (sad guest!) will in thy presence come, And breathe around her melancholy gloom: To Life's low cares will thy proud thought confine, And make her sufferings, her impatience, thine.
pain powerful spring
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
prayer pain real
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?
gold ring
The ring so worn, as you behold, / So thin, so pale, is yet of gold.
books books-and-reading cannot craving however minds
Books cannot always please, however good;/ Minds are not ever craving for their food.
came cloth cut rude
When the coarse cloth she saw, with many a stain, / Soiled by rude hands, who cut and came again.
gently left odious race time touched
Time has touched me gently in his race,/ And left no odious furrows in my face.
brains dark deep doubtful hold love rather
Oh! rather give me commentators plain, / Who with no deep researches vex the brain; / Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, / And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
english-poet experience heaven help nature
In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.
english-poet wisdom
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.
english-poet
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.