Inebriety (George Crabbe Poems)
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,Who left him all that she could give or ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
THE WAGER.Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,Credit, and prudence, brought them constant gains;Partners and punctual, every friend ...
OF our Amusements ask you?--We amuseOurselves and friends with seaside walks and views,Or take a morning ride, a novel, or ...
WITH our late Vicar, and his age the same,His clerk, hight Jachin, to his office came;The like slow speech was ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
A QUIET, simple man was Abel Keene,He meant no harm, nor did he often mean;He kept a school of loud ...
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying statesOf good and ill his mind accommodates;He not alone progressive grief sustains,But soon ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
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 ...
Part IMAGISTRATE, VAGRANT, CONSTABLE, &c. VAGRANT.Take, take away thy barbarous hand,And let me to thy ...
OBSERVE that tall pale Veteran! what a lookOf shame and guilt!--who cannot read that book?Misery and mirth are blended in ...
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
Then died, lamented, in the strength of life, A valued mother, and a faithful wife:Call'd not away, when time had ...
Place the white man on Afric's coast,Whose swarthy sons in blood delight,Who of their scorn to Europe boast,And paint their ...
To pomp and pageantry in nought allied,A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died.Noble he was, contemning all things mean, His truth ...
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