George Canning

  • The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder

    Friend of Humanity
    NEEDY 1 knife-grinder! whither are you going?
    Rough is the road; your wheel is out of order.
    Bleak blows the blast;—your hat has got a hole in ’t;
              So have your breeches!

    Weary knife-grinder! little think the proud ones,...

  • Song of One Eleven Years in Prison

      WHENE’ER with haggard eyes I view
        This dungeon that I ’m rotting in,
      I think of those companions true
        Who studied with me at the U-
                    niversity of Gottingen,
                    niversity of Gottingen.

      [Weeps and pulls out...

  • Epitaph

    For the Tombstone Erected over the Marquis of Anglesea’s Leg, Lost at Waterloo

    HERE rests, and let no saucy knave
      Presume to sneer and laugh,
    To learn that moldering in the grave
      Is laid a British Calf.

    For he who writes these lines is sure,...