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Schriftsteller (England, 1754 - 1832).

George Crabbe · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum

George Crabbe wäre heute 270 Jahre, 3 Monate, 7 Tage oder 98.713 Tage alt.

Geboren am 24.12.1754 in Aldeburgh
Gestorben am 03.02.1832 in Trowbridge
Sternzeichen: ♑ Steinbock

• Im bloßen Wünschen bleiben Narren untätig. Wo aber ein Wille ist, findet die Weisheit ihren Weg.
  • Weisheit
  • Wille

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• 'The game,' said he, 'is never lost till won.'

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• 'What is a church?'-Our honest sexton tells, ''Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.'

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• A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling, and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still and it will die of itself.

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• A master passion is the love of news.

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• A potent quack, long versed in human ills, Who first insults the victim whom he kills; Whose murd'rous hand a drowsy bench protect, And whose most tender mercy is neglect.

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• Coldly profane and impiously gay.

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• Deceivers are the most dangerous members of society. They trifle with the best parts of our nature, and violate the most sacred obligations.

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• Fashion, though Folly's child, and guide of fools, Rules e'en the wisest, and in learning rules.

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• Habit with him was all the test of truth, 'It must be right: I've done it from my youth.'

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• He tried the luxury of doing good.

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• However small in proportion the benefit which follows individual attempts to do good, a great deal my be accomplished by perseverance, even in the midst of discouragements and disappointments.

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• I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms, For him that gazes or for him that farms.

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• I paint the cot, As truth will paint it, and as bards will not.

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• In idle wishes fools supinely stay; be there a will and wisdom finds the way.

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• Lo! all in silence, all in order stand, And mighty folios first, a lordly band; Then quartos their well-ordered ranks maintain, And light octavos fill a spacious plain; See yonder, ranged in more frequented rows, A humbler band of duodecimos.

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• Lo! the poor toper whose untutored sense, Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense; Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer, Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer.

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• Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, Like other farmers, flourish and complain.

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• Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys, Are never valued till they make a noise.

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• That all was wrong because not all was right.

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