George Crabbe ( 10 of 33 )
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood,
He tried the luxury of doing good.
Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood,
He tried the luxury of doing good.
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried,
That right was right, and there he would abide.
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
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Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,
And shed their substance on the floating air.
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the read more
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart
Will we discern the wounds within.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
To show the world what long experience gains,
Requires not courage, though it calls for pains;
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To show the world what long experience gains,
Requires not courage, though it calls for pains;
But at life's outset to inform mankind
Is a bold effort of a valiant mind.
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash--
Tincture of syrup, lotion, read more
Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash--
Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill;
All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.
