Poems by George Crabbe
The Borough. Letter VIII: Trades
... twice. He fears no bailiff's wrath, no baron's blame, ...
The Borough. Letter XI: Inns
... their wine; And for brawls at my house, well the poet explains, ...
Tale XIV
... paid. Had crimes less weighty on the spirit press'd, ...
The Hall Of Justice
... No! - So through the land I wandering went, ...
Tale I
... the laws, Their sovereign's glory, and their country's cause: ...
The Borough. Letter I
... I discern Lights, signs of terror, gleaming from the stern ...
Tale XIX
... Their Brother's fall the grieving Brethren heard ...
The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XX: Ellen Orford
... to be of use Would pleasant thoughts and heavenly hopes produce ...
The Borough. Letter V: The Election
... --"Indeed!" Said he with gladd'ning eye, "will money breed ...
The Mother's Funeral
... Pierced the full heart, and forced them still to rise ...
The Mourner
... She would have grieved, had friends presumed to spare ...
Tale XX
... THE BROTHERS. Than old George Fletcher, on the British coast ...
The Borough. Letter XVII: The Hospital And
... The rich man built a house, both large and high, ...
Tale XXI
... life. Here comes the neighbouring Justice, pleased to ...
The Parish Register - Part III: Burials
... lean. There long she lived in maiden-state immured, ...
