The Borough. Letter I (George Crabbe Poems)
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
'Tis morn.An individualistic cockProclaims the fact.The dissipated cat sneaks home forlorn.'Tis time to get up and act!'Tis eight o'clock!The stern ...
Such moving sounds from such a careless touch, So unconcerned herself, and we so much! What art is this, that ...
One after one the high emotions fade; Time's wheeling measure empties and refills Year after year; we seek no more ...
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; An' you might 'ave ...
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them. They that sit in the gate speak ...
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
Bees may be trusted, always, to discover the best, nay, the only human, solution. Let me cite an instance; an ...
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Desks are straining on all fours, flanks Heaving to hurl the hunched riders Down crack and cranny, buck Finger-snapping lids, ...
So stick up ivy and the bays, And then restore the heathen ways. Green will remind you of the spring, ...
The day of fire is coming, the thrush, will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket, the beetle will sink ...
To find clues where there are none, That's my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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