Poet George Crabbe

George Crabbe

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Who is George Crabbe

George Crabbe (/kræb/ KRAB; 24 December 1754 – 3 February 1832) was an English poet, surgeon and clergyman. He is best known for his early use of the realistic narrative form and his descriptions of middle and working-class life and people.

In the 1770s, Crabbe began his career as a doctor's apprentice, later becoming a surgeon. In 1780, he travelled to London to make a living as a poet. After encountering serious financial difficulty and being unable to have his work published, he wrote to the statesman and author Edmund Burke for assistance. Burke was impressed enough by Crabbe's poems to promise to help him in any way he could. The two became close friends and Burke helped Crabbe greatly both in his literary career and in building a role within the church.

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George Crabbe Poems

  • The Borough. Letter I
    'DESCRIBE the Borough'--though our idle tribe
    May love description, can we so describe,
    That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,
    And all that gives distinction to a place? ...
  • Tale Iv
    PROCRASTINATION.

    Love will expire--the gay, the happy dream
    Will turn to scorn, indiff'rence, or esteem: ...
  • The Hall Of Justice
    Part I

    VAGRANT.
    ...
  • Tale Vi
    THE FRANK COURTSHIP.

    Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,
    Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher; ...
  • The Parish Register - Part Iii: Burials
    THERE was, 'tis said, and I believe, a time
    When humble Christians died with views sublime;
    When all were ready for their faith to bleed,
    But few to write or wrangle for their creed; ...
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Life 45 Long 41 Love 40 I Love You 40 Mind 40 View 40 Good 39 Time 38 Heart 37 Poor 37


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House
 by Carl Sandburg

TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe.
Two Swede boys go upstairs and see Joe. His wife is dead, his only son is dead, and his two daughters in Missouri and Texas don't want him around.
The boys and Uncle Joe crack walnuts with a hammer on the bottom of a flatiron while the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
Joe tells the Swede boys all about Chickamauga and Chattanooga, how the Union soldiers crept in rain somewhere a dark night and ran forward and killed many Rebels, took flags, held a hill, and won a victory told about in the histories in school.
Joe takes a piece of carpenter's chalk, draws lines on the floor and piles stove wood to show where six regiments were slaughtered climbing a slope.
'Here they went' and 'Here they went,' says Joe, and the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
The two Swede boys go downstairs with a big blur of guns, men, and hills in their heads. They eat herring and potatoes and tell the family war is a wonder and soldiers are a wonder.
One breaks out with a cry at supper: I wish we had a war now and I could be a soldier.
...
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