Quote#Solitude
The mind here exhibited is one untouched by pity, unstung by remorse,…
Quote byGeorge Crabbe · 1754–1832
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Borough (1810), "Preface".
English (original)
The mind here exhibited is one untouched by pity, unstung by remorse, and uncorrected by shame; yet is this hardihood of temper and spirit broken by want, disease, solitude, and disappointment, and he becomes the victim of a distempered and horror-stricken fancy.
— George Crabbe
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