The Borough. Letter XVI: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Benlow (George Crabbe Poems)
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for ...
An old song made by an aged old pate,Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a greate estate,That kept a ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
IPhyllidula and the Spoils of GouvernetWhere, Lady, are the daysWhen you could go out in a hired hansomWithout footmen and ...
One yestereve, in the waning light,When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,There came a breath from ...
Its glittering emptiness it brings — This little lane of useless things. Here peering envy arm in arm With ennui ...
Hail, soldier, huddled in the rain,Hail, soldier, squelching through the mud,Hail, soldier, sick of dirt and pain,The sight of death, ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it ...
The Flower must not blame the Bee -- That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door -- But teach ...
Little Ann and her mother were walking one day Through London's wide city so fair, And business obliged them to ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
How wise I am to have instructed the butler to instruct the first footman to instruct the second footman to ...
Jack Honest was only eight years of age when his father died, And by the death of his father, Mrs ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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