Tale X (George Crabbe Poems)
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
The enchanted island rose before me, drawnMore beautiful than words of mine may reach;It lay magnificent in a magic dawn,And ...
WE had a sprightly nymph--in every townAre some such sprights, who wander up and down;She had her useful arts, and ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
PICCADILLY! Shops, palaces, bustle, and breeze, The whirring of wheels, and the murmur of trees; By night or by day, ...
It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold, And the nights with dew are heavy, and the ...
One writes to ask me if I've readOf "the Jutland battle," of "the great advanceMade by the Russians," chiding - ...
Across the fields as green as spinach,Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,Stands a high house; if at all,Spring comes ...
Bring to me white roses, roses, pinks, and lavender, Sweet stock and gillyflowers, poppies mauve and red, Bee-flowers and mignonette, ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
At leisure is the Soul That gets a Staggering Blow -- The Width of Life -- before it spreads Without ...
Beauty has a tarnished dress, And a patchwork cloak of cloth Dipped deep in mournfulness, Striped like a moth. Wet ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
Mother focused with a frown The part of me where I sit down. Said she: "Your pants are wearing through; ...
Imagining you'd come to say goodbye, I made a doll of raffia and string. I gave her thatch hair, and ...
I wish I could, like some, forget, and never anguish, nor regret, dismissive, free to roam the street, no matter ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
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