George Crabbe Quotes

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?

What is a church? Let Truth and reason speak, They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek, From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place.

Life's bloomy flush was lost.

There is no mind so weak and powerless as not to have its inclinations, and none so guarded as to be without its prepossessions.

Life is not measured by the time we live.

Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write.

See Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face.

Fashion, though Folly's child, and guide of fools, Rules e'en the wisest, and in learning rules.

I paint the cot, As truth will paint it, and as bards will not.

I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms, For him that gazes or for him that farms.

Oh! 'tis a precious thing, when wives are dead, To find such numbers who will serve instead: And in whatever state a man be thrown, 'Tis that precisely they would wish their own.

With awe, around these silent walks I tread; These are the lasting mansions of the dead.

Virtues neglected then, adored become, And graces slighted, blossom on the tomb.

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?

Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.

The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.

Hence, in these times, untouch'd the pages lie, And slumber out their immortality.

"Lawyers Are": By law's dark by-ways he has stored his mind with wicked knowledge on how to cheat mankind.

The game is never lost till won.

All green was anished sae of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue; Sae the green holly with its berries red, And the green moss that o'er the grael spread.