Poems by George Crabbe
Tale VII
... dread?" "But," said the smiling Friend, "he fill'd my mouth ...
Meeting
... The faithful bosoms softest sigh: ...
Woman!
... - "From some sad land the stranger comes, ...
The Village: Book I
... Lo! where the heath, with withering brake grown o'er, ...
An English Peasant
... Pride in the power that guards his country's coast, ...
Tale XVIII
... THE WAGER. Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains, ...
The Borough. Letter XIV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Life Of Blaney
... prey. Unhappy man! what pains he takes to state - ...
Tale XVI
... " Here paused the Guest, and Anna cried at length ...
Tale IV
... but our fate Still mocks our wishes, wealth is come too late ...
The Borough. Letter VI: Professions--Law
... True, Swallow's board had still the sumptuous treat ...
The Borough. Letter III: The Vicar--The Curate
... yet we know Where Time has ploughed, there Misery loves to sow ...
The Borough. Letter XIX: The Parish-Clerk
... - "Foul deeds are here!" and saying this, he took ...
The Borough. Letter XVI: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Benlow
... hard:" These were his friends--his foes conceived the case ...
Tale XI
... sin." The youth, repulsed, to one more mild convey'd ...
Tale VIII
... " Hope, ease, delight, the thoughts of dying gave, ...
