Sir Eustace Grey (George Crabbe Poems)
Scene: --A MADHOUSE.Persons: --VISITOR, PHYSICIAN, AND PATIENT."Veris miscens falsa." SENECA. ------------------- ...
Scene: --A MADHOUSE.Persons: --VISITOR, PHYSICIAN, AND PATIENT."Veris miscens falsa." SENECA. ------------------- ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
"May, sweet May, again is come,May that frees the land from gloom;Children, children, up, and seeAll her stores of jollity!On ...
Where the dark primeval forests Rise against the western skyAnd "the Father of the Waters" In his strength goes rushing ...
Haste, maiden, haste! the spray has come to budding, The dawn creeps o'er the heavens gold and fair. Come, see ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
The man who stands above the bird, his knife Sharp as a Turkish scimitar, first removes A thigh and leg, ...
I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at ...
I am two fools, I know- For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman that ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
I search for love and find my soul With you, my love, I am whole And the mystic love that ...
v.13-21 C. M. Prayer heard, and Zion restored. Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promised hour; Her God ...
ONE hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in ...
BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mien And portly tyrants dyed with crime Change, in the transformation scene, At Christmas, in ...
All erasure of pain is like the contrary of dust that weighs dark in my lungs when I am feckless ...
Ye lovers of the picturesque, if ye wish to drown your grief, Take my advice, and visit the ancient town ...
Beautiful Hill o' Balgay, With your green frees and flowers fair, 'Tis health for the old and young For to ...
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