Tale XIX (George Crabbe Poems)
THE CONVERT.Some to our Hero have a hero's nameDenied, because no father's he could claim;Nor could his mother with precision ...
THE CONVERT.Some to our Hero have a hero's nameDenied, because no father's he could claim;Nor could his mother with precision ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher;Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow,Who ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,Who left him all that she could give or ...
When on high the heaven had not been named, Firm ground below had not been called by name, Naught but ...
PART ICOME, gentle maidens, gather round.Bring sprigs of rosemary and rue,Strew virgin lilies on the ground,And the wild rose embalm'd ...
From off the earth the vapours curled,Went up to meet their joy;The boy awoke, and all the worldWas waiting for ...
Fair Venevil hastened with tripping feet Her lover to meet.He sang, so it rang o'er the church far ...
On a lone sequestered mead,Where silver-streamlets flow,I saw a rose and lily twine,And in love and beauty grow;Again to that ...
I WAS a child when first I read your books, And lov'd you dearly, so far as I could see ...
What time I seek my virtuous couch to steal Some surcease from the labours of the day,Ere silence like a ...
I passed before his house,I found his door ajar;My brother stood by his mother,And all his brothers with him.Love of ...
NOW, if I die, so be it. I have seen The towers of Lincoln soaring from the hill; Passed the ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
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