George Crabbe

Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the read more

Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.

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 sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!

To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!

All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
Save the read more

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.

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune