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Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

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I.

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[ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM SPRINGALL LEVETT.]

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[A HUMBLE INVOCATION.]

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III.

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MISCELLANEOUS VERSES PREVIOUSLY PRINTED.

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POETICAL EPISTLES.

I.

EPISTLE I. [FROM THE DEVIL. AN EPISTLE GENERAL.]

II.

EPISTLE II. [FROM THE AUTHOR.]

[FROM BELVOIR CASTLE.]

[THE NEW SAMARITAN.]

BELVOIR CASTLE.

[HIS MOTHER'S WEDDING-RING.]

[PARHAM REVISITED.]

LINES WRITTEN AT WARWICK.

THE FRIEND IN LOVE.

[DISILLUSIONED.]

[LINES] FROM A DISCARDED POEM,

ON THE DEATH OF SIR SAMUEL ROMILLY.

LINES, ADDRESSED TO THE DOWAGER DUCHESS OF RUTLAND.

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FRAGMENTS OF TALES AND MISCELLANEOUS VERSES NOT PREVIOUSLY PRINTED,

[SUSAN AND HER LOVERS.]

CAPTAIN GODFREY.

THE AMOURS OF G[EORGE].

[FRAGMENTS OF TALES OF THE HALL.]

TRAGIC TALES, WHY?

[ROBERT AND CATHARINE.]

THE DESERTED FAMILY.

THE FUNERAL OF THE SQUIRE.

JOSEPH AND CHARLES.

TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF RUTLAND.

[THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM.]

[A FRAGMENT.]

[POVERTY AND LOVE.]

[THE CURATE'S PROGRESS.]

[CONSCIOUS GUILTINESS.]

[BELIEF AND UNBELIEF.]

VERSES WRITTEN FOR THE DUKE OF RUTLAND'S BIRTHDAY.

MISS WALDRON'S BIRTHDAY.

TO THE HON. MRS SPENCER.

AN INSCRIPTION AT GUY'S CLIFF.

[ON A VIEW OF] BARFORD.

BROMPTON PARK COTTAGE.

[MOMENTARY GRIEF.]

LA FEMME JALOUSE (TENIERS).

[THE FLOWERS OF THE SPRING.]

[LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI.]

[HOPELESS LOVE.]

[METAMORPHOSIS.]

[JACOB AND RACHEL.]

[DAVID AND SAUL.]

THE PRODIGAL GOING.

ON A DRAWING OF CADLANDS.

[ON] A DRAWING, BY THE HON. MRS SMITH (ELIZA FORRESTER).

FOR THE DRAWING OF THE LADY IN THE GREEN MANTLE.

JOSEPH'S DREAM.

[REST IN THE LORD!]

AND HE SAID UNTO HER “THY SINS ARE FORGIVEN.”

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[A FRAGMENT.]

What, though the Horse I hired, the villain Hack,
Meek as I [am], would throw me on my Back;
Tho' musing much—in slow and solemn pace,
The Urchin Crew would laugh me to my face!
I woo'd the Muses, meditating Song, [OMITTED]
Some Sideway ditch would woo my feet, half Mud,
Half Ink, and plunge me in the sombre flood. [OMITTED]