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 ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
Know you him, O, him, Who lived in those days? He wore a gay coat, And he stepped along, jauntily, ...
I The subways, as usual, take emotions north and south.When you are in a subway, emotion goes with you. Emotion ...
PROUD is the state of its millions of men, And proud is the state of its name; In its borders ...
I hope that where you are (I think so, too) People, including literary people, Will see you more as you ...
There was a man in our town who had King Midas' touch;He gave away his millions to the colleges and ...
'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.' Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
En l'an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues... PIPIT sate upright in her chair Some distance ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
At last the air fragrant, the bird's bubbling whistle Succinct in the unknown unsettled trees: O little Charles, beside the ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, Which is that people ought to be ...
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