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 ...
YOU say you envy in your calm retreatOur social Meetings;--'tis with joy we meet.In these our parties you are pleased ...
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!Unlock ...
OF our Amusements ask you?--We amuseOurselves and friends with seaside walks and views,Or take a morning ride, a novel, or ...
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
Celestial Muse that on the blissful plainArt oft invok'd, to guide th' immortal strain;Inspir'd by thee, the first-born sons of ...
Fear! I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death?A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?I will not ...
My wife contrived a fleecy thingHer husband to infold,For 'tis the pride of woman stillTo cover from the cold:My daughter ...
That sun which is yonder so brightly declining,That you look at with careless delight,Full many a lesson of wisdom might ...
Soul's joy, when thou art gone, And I alone, ...
(America Conquers Europe.) Foul shapes that hate the day, again grown bold, Late driven hence, infested fane and court. The ...
ONE law there is: no deed performTo others that to thee were harm;And this is all, all laws besideWith circumstances ...
Long, long ago I heard a little song, (Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?) So lowly, slowly wound the ...
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. ...
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me, ...
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