Poems by George Crabbe
The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XXI: Abel Keene
... I was vain, They stung my pride and they confused my brain: ...
The Birth Of Flattery
... " quoth he, To whom the wife with cheerful voice replied:&emsp ...
Tale V
... the woods Roar'd with strong blasts, with mighty showers the ...
Tale IX
... EDWARD SHORE. Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light divine! ...
