George Crabbe: Poems, Volume 1 (of 3)Crabbe, George
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George Crabbe: Poems, Volume 1 (of 3)
Crabbe, George
English poetry
"Come, all ye little Ills, 410
Contempt, and poverty, and pale Disease
With Dewy Front, and Envy-struck applause
That sickens on the World, and all of Care
That shed your daily Drops of bitter Dew
Upon the Brow of mortal Man, here strike,
That I may feel your force, and call it Joy,
So made when weigh'd against the Load that Guilt,
With leaden Hand, deposits on my Heart,
And when a momentary Comfort strives,
Lifted by hope, to spread her downy Wing, 420
Dispair, with Icy palm, arrests the Thought,
And nips the still-born Joy.--
"To me no more
The Good I coveted brings Joy, brings peace,
Or stifles Truth's reproof that will be heard;
And did I think a base and sordid Heap
Had in it the Ability to pluck
The Sting from Guilt, and smother how it came
In the vile Knowledge that it came to me?
It was a Madman's Dream--O ye good Gods!
If Envy knew her Mark, she would beset 430
The poor Man's Table and the Shepherd's Hut,
Unroof'd to the cold Winter's wildest Blast,
Or the Embay'd Explorers of the Deep,
At their still howling North; and leave the Throne,
The Sceptre and the chested Gold to plant
The Thorn of Care upon the Brow of State,
On which Distraction drives his plow-share deep,
And helps the Scythe of Time to wrinkle there.--
"When shall I rest--O! let me, Night, [besiege]
Thy drowsy Ear with wailing, but be thou 440
[Tenacious] of my Guilt; and with her Band
Let everlasting Silence Tye thy Tongue;
The pent-up Woe now struggles to o'er-leap
Murder's Discretion, and with fearfull Speech
To free the Heart by telling Deeds of Death:
[Death, Thought's] repose, whom the abhor'd of Man,
The base assassin, gives, and after longs
With Lover's Ardour to embrace, be mine,
And I will yield all Hope of After-Life,
All Saints have promis'd, and all poets sung-- 450
Elysium water'd with immortal Streams,
And gifted with Eternity of peace,
Balm-breathing Fields, and Bowers of soft repose,
Walks amaranthine, and the pillowy Moss,
On Banks where Harpers, to celestial Strings
Attuning Nature, warble Notes of Love,
The Anodyne to all-rebellious Thought.--
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