George Crabbe: Poems, Volume 1 (of 3)Crabbe, George
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George Crabbe: Poems, Volume 1 (of 3)
Crabbe, George
English poetry
He both his Flora and his Fauna shows;
For him is blooming in its rich array
The glorious flower which bore the palm away;
In vain a rival tried his utmost art,
His was the prize, and joy o'erflow'd his heart.
"This, this is beauty! cast, I pray, your eyes
On this my glory! see the grace! the size!
Was ever stem so tall, so stout, so strong,
Exact in breadth, in just proportion, long!
These brilliant hues are all distinct and clean, 100
No kindred tint, no blending streaks between;
This is no shaded, run-off[55], pin-eyed[56] thing,
A king of flowers, a flower for England's king:
I own my pride, and thank the favouring star,
Which shed such beauty on my fair Bizarre[57]."
Thus may the poor the cheap indulgence seize,
While the most wealthy pine and pray for ease;
Content not always waits upon success,
And more may he enjoy who profits less.
Walter and William took (their father dead) 110
Jointly the trade to which they both were bred;
When fix'd, they married, and they quickly found
With due success their honest labours crown'd:
Few were their losses, but, although a few,
Walter was vex'd, and somewhat peevish grew:
"You put your trust in every pleading fool,"
Said he to William, and grew strange and cool.
"Brother, forbear," he answer'd; "take your due,
Nor let my lack of caution injure you."
Half friends they parted,--better so to close, 120
Than longer wait to part entirely foes.
Walter had knowledge, prudence, jealous care;
He let no idle views his bosom share;
He never thought nor felt for other men--
"Let one mind one, and all are minded then."
Friends he respected, and believed them just;
But they were men, and he would no man trust;
He tried and watch'd his people day and night,--
The good it harm'd not; for the bad 'twas right:
He could their humours bear, nay disrespect, 130
But he could yield no pardon to neglect;
That all about him were of him afraid,
"Was right," he said--"so should we be obey'd."
These merchant-maxims, much good-fortune too, }
And ever keeping one grand point in view, }
To vast amount his once small portion drew. }
William was kind and easy; he complied
With all requests, or grieved when he denied;
To please his wife he made a costly trip,
To please his child he let a bargain slip; 140
Prone to compassion, mild with the distress'd, }
He bore with all who poverty profess'd, }
And some would he assist, nor one would he arrest. }
He had some loss at sea, bad debts at land, }
His clerk absconded with some bills in hand, }
And plans so often fail'd that he no longer plann'd. }
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