The Parish Register – Part II: Marriages (George Crabbe Poems)
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
Tell me, Muse, what colour floateth round the River's ancient head: Is it white and black, or white ...
My country, I the walls, the arches see, The columns, statues, and the towers Deserted, of our ancestors; But, ah, ...
Ye who read in musty volumesPages worn of Backwoods Times,Of the red man and the white man,In the thrilling days ...
When Greeks and Trojans fell at strife,And lords in armour bright were seen,When many a gallant lost his lifeUlysses, general ...
WHAT universal sadness glooms around!Oh! is he gone whose worth the heart reveres!That solemn bell's now doubly awful sound,Alas! too ...
CHLORINDA in the slipping gown Unblushingly parades her soul For clinical inspection as Example of the Sapphic r?le;While Doris shudders ...
O thou! advance, whose heav'nly lightCan make each scene of sadness please;On future bliss can fix the sight,And anguish change ...
I.The moon on the Latmos mountain Her pining vigil keeps;And ever the silver fountain In the Dorian valley weeps. But ...
O SILENT my sister, who stands by my side at the shore, Back gazing with me on those waves which ...
IN THE EAST INDIES,BEWAILS THE MISERIES BOUGHT UPON HIS COUNTRY.HIS SONG. FROM Balagata's wavy browThe Genius cast his eyes below,Survey'd ...
Who will say the world is dying?Who will say our prime is past?Sparks from Heaven, within us lying,Flash, and will ...
Hail! to the hallow'd hill, the circling lawn. The breezy upland, and the mountain stream!The last tall pine that earliest ...
Hark! friends! what sobs of sorrow, moans of grief,On every gale, through every region spread!Hark! how the western world bewails ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
FATE gave the word, the arrow sped, And pierc'd my darling's heart; And with him all the joys are fled ...
In th' isle ...
"Lord God of Hosts," the people pray, "Make strong our arms that we may slay Our cursed foe and win ...
THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, ...
'Twas in the year of 1886, and on the 29th of November, Which the surviving crew of the "Samuel Crawford" ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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