George Crabbe

All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
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All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
Save the green holly with its berries red,
And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.

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.

"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.

"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.

From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
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From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains,
Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains;
These first induce him the vile trash to try,
Then lend his name, that other men may buy.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.