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 ...
KULLERVO'S EVIL DEEDS.Kullerwionen, youthful wizard,In his blue and scarlet stockings,Henceforth lingered with his parents;But he could not change his nature,Could ...
THE UNWELCOME GUEST.I have brought young Kaukomieli,Brought the Islander and hero,Also known as Lemminkainen,Through the jaws of death and ruin,Through ...
In those old days which poets say were golden — (Perhaps they laid the gilding on ...
Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,And siclyke men of hie degrie;Of a gentleman I sing a sang,Sumtyme calld ...
One Glass Of Beer. Tom Smith was the son of a Bedfordshire man; (The Smiths, we all know, are a ...
HOME of the Percy's high-born race,Home of their beautiful and brave,Alike their birth and burial place,Their cradle, and their grave!Still ...
The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow, The boding bat flits by on sullen wing, And I sit ...
Whene'er I drink of Friezland ale,Drawn from an old brown bottle;I feel as if a summer mornWas running down my ...
Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
" Behold the mansion swift upreared for Jack: See the malt stored in many an ample sack. Mark how the ...
Time-morningA half-point Nor'ard from the West,A bluish-tinted spot of light,Now deep below, ...
If thou canst fashion no excuse, To stay at home, as 'tis thy use, When I do send for thee, ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
And this reft house is that the which he built, Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd, Cautious ...
O HAD the malt thy strength of mind, Or hops the flavour of thy wit, 'Twere drink for first of ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
Flamingo silk. New ruff, the ivory ghost of a halter. Chestnut curls, * commas behind the ear. "Taller, by half ...
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