Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air. — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
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? — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
In general satire, every man perceives A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves. — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
Who calls a lawyer rogue, may find, too lateUpon one of these depends his whole estate. — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
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… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide. — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
What is a church? Let Truth and reason speak, They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek, From Christian folds, the one selected race,… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
Ability comprehends the power of doing in general, without specifying the quality or degree. — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
Impertinence will intermeddle in things in which it has no concern, showing a want of breeding, or, more commonly, a spirit of sheer impudence. — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash, The daring tribe compound their boasted trash Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill; All tempt the sick… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
