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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.
The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.
