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
circles views water
Circles in water as they wider flow The less conspicuous in their progress grow, And when at last they trench upon the shore, Distinction ceases and they're view'd no more.
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?
wine views brain
Wine, like the rising sun, possession gains, And drives the mist of dullness from the brains, The gloomy vapor from the spirit flies, And views of gaiety and gladness rise.
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.
aid creature faithful looks poor rich
With eye upraised his master's looks 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.
honest tall tower
What is a church? - Our honest sexton tells, / 'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
maxim
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried, / That right was right, and there he would abide.