George Crabbe Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• 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.

  George Crabbe

  Eye, Heart, Air

  George Crabbe (1838). “The Village, The Parish Register, and Other Poems”, p.15

• With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.

  George Crabbe

  Friendship, Dog, Eye

• The gentle fair on nervous tea relies,
  Whilst gay good-nature sparkles in her eyes;
  An inoffensive scandal fluttering round,
  Too rough to tickle, and too light to wound.

  George Crabbe

  Eye, Gay, Light

  George Crabbe, John Crabbe (1834). “The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes”, p.300

• Say, ye oppress'd by some fantastic woes,
  Some jarring nerve that baffles your repose;
  Who press the downy couch, while slaves advance
  With timid eye, to read the distant glance;
  Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease,
  To name the nameless ever-new disease;
  Who with mock patience dire complaints endure,
  Which real pain and that alone can cure;
  How would ye bear in real pain to lie,
  Despised, neglected, left alone to die?
  How would ye bear to draw your latest breath,
  Where all that's wretched paves the way for death?

  George Crabbe

  Prayer, Pain, Real

  George Crabbe, Reginald Heber, Robert Pollok (1857). “The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One Volume”, p.15

• Beauties, when disposed to sleep,
  Should from the eye of keen inspector keep:
  The lovely nymph who would her swain surprise,
  May close her mouth, but not conceal her eyes;
  Sleep from the fairest face some beauty takes,
  And all the homely features homelier makes.

  George Crabbe

  Sleep, Eye, Nymphs

  George Crabbe, John Crabbe (1834). “The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes”, p.48

• A club there is of smokers--dare you come
  To that close, clouded, hot, narcotic room?
  When, midnight past, the very candles seem
  Dying for air, and give a ghastly gleam;
  When curling fumes in lazy wreaths arise,
  And prosing topers rub their winking eyes.

  George Crabbe

  Eye, Past, Air

  George Crabbe, John Crabbe (1834). “The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes”, p.180

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