John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
George Crabbe 1754-1832 John Bartlett
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| Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun. 1 | |
| The Parish Register. Part i. Introduction. | |
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| Her air, her manners, all who saw admir’d; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir’d; The joy of youth and health her eyes display’d, And ease of heart her every look convey’d. | |
| The Parish Register. Part ii. Marriages. | |
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| In this fool’s paradise he drank delight. 2 | |
| The Borough. Letter xii. Players. | |
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| Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food. | |
| The Borough. Letter xxiv. Schools. | |
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| In idle wishes fools supinely stay; Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way. | |
| The Birth of Flattery. | |
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| Cut and come again. | |
| Tales. Tale vii. The Widow’s Tale. | |
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| Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved. 3 | |
| Tales. Tale xiv. The Struggles of Conscience. | |
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| But ’t was a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide. 4 | |
| Tales. Tale xv. The Squire and the Priest. | |
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| ’T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good. | |
| Tales. Tale xxi. The Learned Boy. | |
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| He tried the luxury of doing good. 5 | |
| Tales of the Hall. Book iii. Boys at School. | |
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| To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent. 6 | |
| Tales of the Hall. Book iii. Boys at School. | |
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| And took for truth the test of ridicule. | |
| Tales of the Hall. Book viii. The Sisters. | |
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| Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face. 7 | |
| Tales of the Hall. Book xvii. The Widow. |
| Note 1. See Young, Quotation 70. [back] |
| Note 2. See Appendix, Quotation 43. [back] |
| Note 3. ’T is better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. Alfred Tennyson: In Memoriam, xxvii. [back] |
| Note 4. For right is right, since God is God.—F. W. Faber: The Right must win. [back] |
| Note 5. See Goldsmith, Quotation 3. [back] |
| Note 6. To sigh, yet feel no pain.—Moore: The Blue Stocking. [back] |
| Note 7. Touch us gently, Time.—Bryan W. Procter: Touch us gently, Time. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently. Henry W. Longfellow: The Golden Legend, iv. [back] |