The Borough. Letter XVIII: The Poor And Their (George Crabbe Poems)
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
I have travelled in many countries, hard to travel in,And got no result;Giving up pride of birth and position,I have ...
The brazen bells of laughing lands In swelling echoes wildly ring, And over seas and ...
Descriptive of the character of an ingenious Youth, whose brilliant talents shone conspicuously among his admiringfriends, who were unexpectedly called ...
HOW cold are the dead in the depths of the grave, Still and dark is their gloomy abode;And long ...
RISE sacred dawn of everlasting day,And guide my spirit on its heavenward way.At thy approach the shades of night retire,We ...
IF , when far distant, memory should pourtrayThe sweet enjoyments of a former day;If she should reign and by her ...
Ye who around this venerated bierIn pious anguish pour the tender tear,Mourn not!-'Tis Virtue's triumph, Nature's doom,When honoured Age, slow ...
The poplars are fell'd: farewell to the shade,And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade;The winds play no longer and ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
Said Myrtias (a Syrian student in Alexandria; in the reign of Augustus Constans and Augustus Constantius; in part a pagan, ...
Oh happy shades--to me unblest! Friendly to peace, but not to me! How ill the scene that offers rest, And ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no ...
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
1 NOW list to my morning's romanza-I tell the signs of the Answerer; To the cities and farms I sing, ...
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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