The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades (George Crabbe Poems)
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Serious Reflections of Mr. B---n---r---d.--His Bill of Expences.-- The Distresses ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistressNo Boadicia nor ThalestrissNor shall I e'er be famed hereafterFor such a Soul as ...
O, Voice of time! O, metal's clang!Your dreadful call distresses me,Your groan doth beckon, beckon meIt beckons, brings me closer ...
That bright-eyed and brown-skinned youth,The fine twenty-year body that should go naked,That, brow circled with copper, under the moon,An unknown ...
Written at Brighthelmstone in Nov. 1792. NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling,The surge breaks afar, and then ...
Grave brother of the burning sands, Whose eyes enshrine forever The desert's soul, are you not worn Of gazing outward ...
IN tears to her mother poor Harriet came, Let us listen to hear what she says:"O see, dear mamma, it ...
Trouble is an exerciserSent us by a Wisdom wiserThan the mind of man possesses.Doubts and dangers and distressesCome not purposely ...
The darkness brings no quiet here, the light No waking: ever on my blinded brain The flare ...
Lord Jesus,Oh, ease usOf Self that oppresses,Annoys and distressesBody and brainWith dull pain!Thou never,Since ever,Save one moment only,Wast left, or ...
The eye can hardly pick them out From the cold shade they shelter in, Till wind distresses tail and main; ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
In tears to her mother poor Harriet came, Let us listen to hear what she says: "O see, dear mamma, ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never ...
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