The Borough. Letter XVIII: The Poor And Their (George Crabbe Poems)
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the name there's nothingTo one that knows not Lads-Love, or Old Man, The hoar ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the name there's nothing To one that knows not Lads-Love, or Old Man, The ...
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