George Crabbe Quotes about Pain

Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views, Life's little cares and little pains refuse? Shall he not rather feel a double share Of mortal woe, when doubly arm'd to bear?

Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views, Life's little cares and little pains refuse? Shall he not rather feel a double share Of mortal woe, when doubly arm'd to bear?

George Crabbe

Life, Pain, Views

George Crabbe (1858). “The Poetical Works of George Crabbe”, p.71

Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou Light divine! Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine! Oft will the body's weakness check thy force, Oft damp thy Vigour, and impede thy course; And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain Thy noble efforts, to contend with pain; Or Want (sad guest!) will in thy presence come, And breathe around her melancholy gloom: To Life's low cares will thy proud thought confine, And make her sufferings, her impatience, thine.

George Crabbe

Art, Pain, Light

George Crabbe (1812). “Tales”, p.191

To show the world what long experience gains, requires not courage, though it calls for pains; but at life's outset to inform mankind is a bold effort of a valiant mind.

George Crabbe

Pain, Long, Effort

George Crabbe (1861). “The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe”, p.201

From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.

George Crabbe

Pain, Powerful, Spring

George Crabbe (1834). “The Poetical Works with His Letters and Journals and His Life by His Son. - London, John Murray 1834”, p.135

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