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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“Well, my dear Richard, there's no more to say—
“Stay, as you will—do any thing—but stay;
“Be, I dispute not, steward—what you will,
“Take your own name, but be my Brother still.
“Stay, as you will—do any thing—but stay;
“Be, I dispute not, steward—what you will,
“Take your own name, but be my Brother still.
“And hear me, Richard! if I should offend,
“Assume the patron, and forget the friend;
“If aught in word or manner I express
“That only touches on thy happiness:
“If I be peevish, humoursome, unkind,
“Spoil'd as I am by each subservient mind;
“For I am humour'd by a tribe who make
“Me more capricious for the pains they take
“To make me quiet; shouldst thou ever feel
“A wound from this, this leave not time to heal,
“But let thy wife her cheerful smile withhold,
“Let her be civil, distant, cautious, cold:
“Then shall I woo forgiveness, and repent,
“Nor bear to lose the blessings Heaven has lent.”
“Assume the patron, and forget the friend;
“If aught in word or manner I express
“That only touches on thy happiness:
“If I be peevish, humoursome, unkind,
“Spoil'd as I am by each subservient mind;
“For I am humour'd by a tribe who make
“Me more capricious for the pains they take
“To make me quiet; shouldst thou ever feel
“A wound from this, this leave not time to heal,
“But let thy wife her cheerful smile withhold,
“Let her be civil, distant, cautious, cold:
“Then shall I woo forgiveness, and repent,
“Nor bear to lose the blessings Heaven has lent.”
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But this was needless—there was joy of heart,
All felt the good that all desired t' impart;
Respect, affection, and esteem combined,
In sundry portions ruled in every mind.
And o'er the whole an unobtrusive air
Of pious joy, that urged the silent prayer,
And bless'd the new-born feelings—Here we close
Our Tale of Tales!—Health, reader, and repose!
All felt the good that all desired t' impart;
Respect, affection, and esteem combined,
In sundry portions ruled in every mind.
And o'er the whole an unobtrusive air
Of pious joy, that urged the silent prayer,
And bless'd the new-born feelings—Here we close
Our Tale of Tales!—Health, reader, and repose!
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