The Borough. Letter XXIV: Schools (George Crabbe Poems)
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
These are monarchs none respect,Heroes, yet an humbled crew,Nobles, whom the crowd correct,Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;Beauties shrinking from the ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
PROCRASTINATION.Love will expire--the gay, the happy dreamWill turn to scorn, indiff'rence, or esteem:Some favour'd pairs, in this exchange, are blest,Nor ...
Last Wen'sday, when Jupiter rose to survey The annual return and procession of May, Concluding, the lady with Venus and ...
OBSERVE that tall pale Veteran! what a lookOf shame and guilt!--who cannot read that book?Misery and mirth are blended in ...
Haw!Ai've just obteened a pension for mai Paw.And you should hev seen the people that were theah. Re-ally, it was ...
There ain't no "Tradesman's Entrance" wrote up above his door,Like you sees on stylish houses on the stylish streets ashore,So's ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions "over yonder" of the ...
Only on me, the lonely one, The unending stars of the night shine, The stone fountain whispers its magic song, ...
ONE day a shameless and impudent wight Went into a shop full of steel wares bright, Arranged with art upon ...
A lesson in the metaphor the body, the work, the worth of each member, lay and clergy equal in ministry, ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
"There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us ...
My life, like a rocket, makes a parabola flying in darkness, -- no rainbow for traveler. There once lived an ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my fingers, a kind of webbing, ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Him goin' to ride for us! Him -- with the pants and the eyeglass and all. Amateur! don't he just ...
My banks are all furnished with rags, So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em; I've torn up my old money-bags, ...
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