George Crabbe

Poems (5)

• A Marriage Ring

  The ring, so worn as you behold, / So thin, so pale, is yet of gold: …

• Late Wisdom

  We've trod the maze of error round, / Long wandering in the winding glade; …

• Meeting

  My Damon was the first to wake / The gentle flame that cannot die; …

• Quack Medicines

  From “The Borough” / BUT now our Quacks are gamesters, and they play …

• The Approach of Age

  From “Tales of the Hall” / SIX years had passed, and forty ere the six, …