The Borough. Letter VI: Professions–Law (George Crabbe Poems)
TRADES and Professions--these are themes the Muse,Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;But to our Borough they in truth ...
TRADES and Professions--these are themes the Muse,Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;But to our Borough they in truth ...
Nobody knew why it should be so;Nobody knew or wanted to know. It might have been checked had but someone ...
Mr. Inkle to Mrs. Dinah Inkle, at Glocester Containing A slight Sketch of a travel'd Man--Continuation of the Ball--An Affair ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
Aw, go write yer tinklin' jingle, an' yer pretty phrases mingle,Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluffy frill an' shinin' silk.Them's ...
Ah me! for all my toil and search, And rhyming, till the muse grow surly,I doubt I ne'er shall hook ...
Ah, it was here--September And silence filled the air-- I came last year to remember, And muse, ...
Virtue may unlock hell, or evenA sin turn in the wards of Heaven,(As ethics of the text-book go),So little men ...
JONES plays the deuce with his grammar,Knocks time and tense into tin-tacks ;Brown, the big Visigoth, wielding blunt hammer,Mauls right ...
We built a castle in the air,In summer weather, you and I,The wind and sun were in your hair, -Gold ...
Now is the rhymer's honest trade A thing for scornful laughter made. The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain, These are ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
I A strange thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought Upon the Norman upland or in that ...
I My Paistin Finn is my sole desire, And I am shrunken to skin and bone, For all my heart ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
Alas! I am only a rhymer, I don't know the meaning of Art; But I learned in my little school ...
I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson, Come and share my haunch of venison. I have too a bin of claret, Good, ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
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