George Crabbe

All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
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All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
Save the green holly with its berries red,
And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune

Feed the musician, and he's out of tune

Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash--
Tincture of syrup, lotion, read more

Void of all honor, avaricious, rash,
The daring tribe compound their boasted trash--
Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill;
All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill.

In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.

In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.

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."