Tale XVII (George Crabbe Poems)
RESENTMENT.Females there are of unsuspicious mind,Easy and soft and credulous and kind;Who, when offended for the twentieth time,Will hear the ...
RESENTMENT.Females there are of unsuspicious mind,Easy and soft and credulous and kind;Who, when offended for the twentieth time,Will hear the ...
Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)OF Florence and of BeatriceServant and singer from of old,O'er Dante's ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
The devil in hell gave a festival,And he called his imps from their wine—Called them up from the ruddy cup,And ...
'No man ever attained supreme knowledge, unless his heart had beentorn up by the roots.'When I presage the time shall ...
A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promising dreamsSettled down near my Station, to trade with my Teams,And to sell to, my men ...
She took her tide and she passed the Bar with the first o' the morning light;She dipped her flag to ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
A flip of the phone, just out the doors, five feet outside, check for messages, invitations, calls while he was ...
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
my insanity i waited and watched street wizard glass stone hip idealist smoking their bed time flower beads into sky ...
"Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you." -critic Harold Bloom, who first called slam ...
My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three, My life collection of rare postage stamps; My room is cold and ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
Bound to your bookseller, leap to your library, Deluge your dealer with bakshish and bribary, Lean on the counter and ...
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