 And, skill'd at whist, devotes the night to play: Then, while such honours bloom around his head, Shall he sit sadly by the sick man's bed, To raise the hope he feels not, or with zeal To combat fears that e'en the pious feel? Now once again the gloomy...  The Poetical Works of George Crabbe: With Life - Page 21by George Crabbe - 1899 - 496 pagesFull view - About this book
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...!;;•••:, while fuch honours bloom around bis head, 'Shall he fit fadly by the fick man's bed To raife the hope he feels not, or with zeal To 'combat fears that ev'n the pious feel? ' -Now once again the- gloomy fcene explere, Lefs gloomy now ; the bitter hoar... | |
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