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 ...
A tall brave man of gray three score,The sable columns rode before,The knightliest of the knightly throng,The bravest of the ...
Bless her dear little heart!" said my mate, and he pointed out to me, Fifty yards to the right, in ...
Winter froze both brook and well;Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;Children gathered round the hearthMade a summer of their mirth;When ...
No Cautions of a Matron, Old and Sage, Young Rattlehead to Prudence cou'd engage; But forth the Offspring of her ...
Lying full-length upon the summer grass,And by the murmur of a summer stream,I heard the village bell, and turning roundTo ...
The dream is over,The vision has flown;Dead leaves are lyingWhere roses have blown;Wither'd and strownAre the hopes I cherished,—All hath ...
It's blowing up squally, it's piping like hell,And the packet she rolls till she tinkles her bell;Oh, I hope it ...
Through shimmering skies the big clouds slowly sail; A faint breeze lingers in the rustling beech; ...
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the ...
THINK not I roam afield With heart untrue; The gifts my rambles yield Are all for you. The bird must ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
As a fisher-boy I fared To the black rock in the sea, And, while false gifts I prepared. Listen'd and ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never ...
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets ...
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
Bonnie Mary, the Maid o' the Tay, Come! Let's go, and have a holiday In Newport, on the braes o' ...
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