The Borough. Letter XVI: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Benlow (George Crabbe Poems)
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
Now it was clear to every ShadeThat some great wonder was before them,As Tom upon the palisadeEmptied, as fast as ...
Not that I'd quarrel with the way They celebrates their hundredth yearIn town (said old Pete Parraday), But that don't ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring,After each other drifting, past my window drifting!And I lay so many years ...
Had Sacharissa lived when mortals made Choice of their deities, this sacred shadeHad held an alter to her power, that ...
LAURELS, bring laurels, sheaves on sheaves, Till England's boughs are bare of leaves! Soon comes the flower more ...
I wrote a letter to my luveAn' posted it yestreen,In lile red pillar box 'at standsNigh Wesdale village green,I watched ...
Pointed are his feet as he steps on hard stonesThe women have breasts-Let's drink either whiskey or beerAnd there are ...
In God is all my trust.Here lyeth the body of Thomas Hendley, esquier by degre,The yongest sone of Jervis Hendley, ...
Lord, how I am all ague, when I seek What I have treasur'd in my memory! Since, if my soul ...
If I were to put my feet, into the sandals of the listeners, the first audience for these stories, I ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
A man I praise that once in Tara's Hals Said to the woman on his knees, 'Lie still. My hundredth ...
Three old hermits took the air By a cold and desolate sea, First was muttering a prayer, Second rummaged for ...
I RISE out of my depths with my language. You rise out of your depths with your language. Two tongues ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring, After each other drifting, past my window drifting! And I lay so ...
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I ...
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