The Birth Of Flattery (George Crabbe Poems)
Muse of my Spenser, who so well could singThe passions all, their bearings and their ties;Who could in view those ...
George Crabbe Poems on Time (45 Poems)
The Borough. Letter XI: Inns (George Crabbe Poems)
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
Tale VIII (George Crabbe Poems)
THE MOTHER.There was a worthy, but a simple Pair,Who nursed a Daughter, fairest of the fair:Sons they had lost, and ...
The Borough. Letter II: The Church (George Crabbe Poems)
WHAT is a Church?--Let Truth and Reason speak,They would reply, "The faithful, pure, and meek;From Christian folds, the one selected ...
Tale X (George Crabbe Poems)
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
The Borough. Letter XVII: The Hospital And (George Crabbe Poems)
GovenorsAN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove;'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh,That ...
Tale XII (George Crabbe Poems)
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,Who left him all that she could give or ...
The Borough. Letter VII: Professions–Physic (George Crabbe Poems)
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
Tale XVIII (George Crabbe Poems)
THE WAGER.Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,Credit, and prudence, brought them constant gains;Partners and punctual, every friend ...
The Borough. Letter IX: Amusements (George Crabbe Poems)
OF our Amusements ask you?--We amuseOurselves and friends with seaside walks and views,Or take a morning ride, a novel, or ...
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 Hall Of Justice (George Crabbe Poems)
Part IMAGISTRATE, VAGRANT, CONSTABLE, &c. VAGRANT.Take, take away thy barbarous hand,And let me to thy ...
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 Mourner (George Crabbe Poems)
Yes! there are real mourners — I have seenA fair, sad girl, mild, suffering, and serene;Attention (through the day) her ...