The Borough. Letter XIX: The Parish-Clerk (George Crabbe Poems)
WITH our late Vicar, and his age the same,His clerk, hight Jachin, to his office came;The like slow speech was ...
WITH our late Vicar, and his age the same,His clerk, hight Jachin, to his office came;The like slow speech was ...
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;And such desire of Freedom has been shown,That ...
Eating, drinking, smoking, laughter,Reverly and wild to-do -They shake the inn from floor to rafterWith huzzahing and halloo.There Twardowski heads ...
The forest ended. Glad I wasTo feel the light, and hear the humOf bees, and smell the drying grassAnd the ...
I Chins that might serve the new Jerusalem; Streets footsore; minute whisking milliners, Dubbed graceful, but at whom one's eye ...
CEASE to call him sad and sober, Merriest of months, October! Patron of the bursting bins, Reveler in wayside inns, ...
From the indigo straits to Ossian's seas, on pink and orange sands washed by the vinous sky, crystal boulevards have ...
Under the wintry skies,Sundered from home and kin,With patience and love in her eyes,Mary is journeying.The angels keep watch and ...
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, ...
Land of Forests, fleas and flies,Blighted hopes and blighted eyes,Art thou hell in earth's disguise,Westralia?Art thou some volcanic blastBy volcanoes ...
As when two men have loved a woman well,Each hating each, through Love's and Death's deceit;Since not for either this ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns -- Her invitation broad To Whosoever famishing To taste her mystic Bread -- ...
I taste a liquor never brewed -- From Tankards scooped in Pearl -- Not all the Vats upon the Rhine ...
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, ...
The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet all day, she sings to my dreams ...
My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellow's grave nor the glass ...
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