The Borough. Letter XXIII: Prisons (George Crabbe Poems)
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying statesOf good and ill his mind accommodates;He not alone progressive grief sustains,But soon ...
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying statesOf good and ill his mind accommodates;He not alone progressive grief sustains,But soon ...
Read ye here the song as sung By a chief named, briefly, Ung.In the days when arguments were manly ...
How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!Each one its creed in music tellsIn tones that float upon the airAs ...
"INDIFFERENCE come! thy torpid juices shed On my keen sense: plunge deep my wounded heart, In thickest apathy, till it ...
Beware the Sissy Boy my child, Not because he's very wild; The Sissy Boy is never that, ...
MANSION assigned me by Eternal Love,While on this lower stage I play my part,In prelude to the harmonies above,How wonderful ...
The ParentsYOUR father still walks in a garden of roses,Praising the gracious Creator of all;In comfort and rapture your mother ...
ON THE DESIGN OF HIS SERIES OF PICTURES PAINTED FOR THE SOCIETY INSTITUTEDFOR THE PROMOTING ARTS ANDMANUFACTURES. O Thou, who ...
We can claim without elation or immodest fabricationThat the genius of our nation is embodied in our camps,And futurity's summation ...
We are younger in years! Yes, that is true;But in some things we are older than you.For instance, you sometimes ...
Contented, he was lured from homeland;Free, he has been captive made;Though human, he was bound in chains andSold like beast ...
That man is truly great, and he alone Who venerates, of present things or pastThe absolute only,-is ...
HIS MIND alone is kingly who (though one) But venerates of present things or pastWhat he believeth good, kneeling ...
Another milestone gained and passed, Another "rakkud" broken,And this year's deaths exceed the last, Which is a hopeful token.America can ...
Primitive I ate my fill of a whale that died And stranded after a month at sea. . . . ...
These are the Nights that Beetles love -- From Eminence remote Drives ponderous perpendicular His figure intimate The terror of ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
After they passed beneath us I could tell more would be coming, beneath the sand, under the bejeweled sky, under ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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