Tale III (George Crabbe Poems)
THE GENTLEMAN FARMER.Gwyn was a farmer, whom the farmers all,Who dwelt around, "the Gentleman" would call;Whether in pure humility or ...
THE GENTLEMAN FARMER.Gwyn was a farmer, whom the farmers all,Who dwelt around, "the Gentleman" would call;Whether in pure humility or ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
To Andrew LytleParis, November 1929Their faces are bony and sharp but very red, althoughtheir ancestors nearly two hundred years have ...
Cloying her lips as the honeycomb, smooth are the words of her mouth,But her feet in the paths of the ...
Can it be I -- this Hindenburg, deferring To demagogues, catch phrases, lucky charmsAnd all this mummery about me stirring? ...
Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not nor ...
YOU modern men, purveyors of perfection,Whose blazoned gifts from catalogue andhoardingRefurbish hackneyed eulogies, recordingYour stock's worth and all rivalry's subjection ...
That land full surely hastens to its endWhere public sycophants in homage bendThe populace to flatter, and repeatThe doubled echoes ...
That public men publish falsehoods Is nothing new. That America must accept Like the historical republics corruption and empire Has ...
Unhappy about some far off things That are not my affair, wandering Along the coast and up the lean ridges, ...
SAY not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
In vain, fair Maid, you ask in vain, My pen should try th' advent'rous strain, And following truth's unalter'd law, ...
And is it not a gesture grand To drink oneself to death? Oh sure 'tis I can understand, Being of ...
If we could roll back History A century, let's say, And start from there, I'm sure that we Would find ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
When SUPERSTITION rul'd the land And Priestcraft shackled Reason, At GODSTOW dwelt a goodly band, Grey monks they were, and ...
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