The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe with his letters and journals, and his life, by his son. In eight volumes |
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“No letters, Tom?” said Richard—“None to-day.”
“Excuse me, Brother, I must now away;
“Matilda never in her life so long
“Deferr'd—Alas! there must be something wrong!”
“Excuse me, Brother, I must now away;
“Matilda never in her life so long
“Deferr'd—Alas! there must be something wrong!”
“Comfort!” said George, and all he could he lent;
“Wait till your promised day, and I consent;
“Two days, and those of hope, may cheerfully be spent.
“Wait till your promised day, and I consent;
“Two days, and those of hope, may cheerfully be spent.
“And keep your purpose, to review the place,
“My choice; and I beseech you do it grace:
“Mark each apartment, their proportions learn,
“And either use or elegance discern;
“Look o'er the land, the gardens, and their wall,
“Find out the something to admire in all;
“And should you praise them in a knowing style,
“I'll take it kindly—it is well—a smile.”
“My choice; and I beseech you do it grace:
“Mark each apartment, their proportions learn,
“And either use or elegance discern;
“Look o'er the land, the gardens, and their wall,
“Find out the something to admire in all;
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“I'll take it kindly—it is well—a smile.”
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