Tale IX (George Crabbe Poems)
EDWARD SHORE.Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light divine!Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!Oft will the body's weakness ...
EDWARD SHORE.Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light divine!Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!Oft will the body's weakness ...
RESENTMENT.Females there are of unsuspicious mind,Easy and soft and credulous and kind;Who, when offended for the twentieth time,Will hear the ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
ADVICE; OR THE 'SQUIRE AND THE PRIEST.A wealthy Lord of far-extended landHad all that pleased him placed at his command;Widow'd ...
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. ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and ...
No charms she now can boast,--'tis true,But other charmers wither too:"And she is old,"--the fact I know,And old will other ...
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,Who left him all that she could give or ...
RecitativeLet clownish Cymon, in fond rustic strains,To lovely Iphigene declare his pains;Let tink'ring Tom for dustcart Sylvia pine,I sing St. ...
"YOU tell me, fair one, that you ne'er can love, And seem with scorn to mock the dangerous fire; But ...
"AND what is life? A fleeting shade, A cheerless, beamless, frozen glade, A span too short for joy to smile, ...
The Christian's hidden life. Col. 3:3. O happy soul that lives on high While men lie grov'lling here His hopes ...
Mæcenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd. What felt those poets but you ...
Indulgent muse! my grov'ling mind inspire, And fill my bosom with celestial fire. See from Jamaica's fervid shore she moves, ...
Chill penury repress'd his noble rage, And froze the genial current of his soul. GRAY. IF GRIEF can deprecate the ...
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron's ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
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