The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XXI: Abel Keene (George Crabbe Poems)
A QUIET, simple man was Abel Keene,He meant no harm, nor did he often mean;He kept a school of loud ...
George Crabbe Poems on Hope (43 Poems)
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 ...
The Borough. Letter III: The Vicar–The Curate (George Crabbe Poems)
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
The Borough. Letter XIII: The Alms-House And Trustees (George Crabbe Poems)
LEAVE now our streets, and in yon plain beholdThose pleasant Seats for the reduced and old;A merchant's gift, whose wife ...
Tale XI (George Crabbe Poems)
ARABELLA.Of a fair town where Doctor Rack was guide,His only daughter was the boast and pride -Wise Arabella, yet not ...
Tale IV (George Crabbe Poems)
PROCRASTINATION.Love will expire--the gay, the happy dreamWill turn to scorn, indiff'rence, or esteem:Some favour'd pairs, in this exchange, are blest,Nor ...
The Borough. Letter V: The Election (George Crabbe Poems)
YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;And such desire of Freedom has been shown,That ...
The Borough. Letter XIV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Life Of Blaney (George Crabbe Poems)
OBSERVE that tall pale Veteran! what a lookOf shame and guilt!--who cannot read that book?Misery and mirth are blended in ...
The Borough. Letter XV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Clelia (George Crabbe Poems)
WE had a sprightly nymph--in every townAre some such sprights, who wander up and down;She had her useful arts, and ...
The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades (George Crabbe Poems)
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
The Mourner (George Crabbe Poems)
Yes! there are real mourners — I have seenA fair, sad girl, mild, suffering, and serene;Attention (through the day) her ...
Woman! (George Crabbe Poems)
Place the white man on Afric's coast,Whose swarthy sons in blood delight,Who of their scorn to Europe boast,And paint their ...
The Mother’s Funeral (George Crabbe Poems)
Then died, lamented, in the strength of life, A valued mother, and a faithful wife:Call'd not away, when time had ...