 | New Poems by George Crabbe |  |
Write in that Album?...Lady, Nay!—
I pray you, do not press me to it;
So rich within, without so gay,
Indeed, I know not how to do it.
Here, too, are drawings neat and fine,
All subjects for the muse affording,
That all with equal grace may shine,
The Work and the appropriate wording.
And can I join in Works like these
With any decent hope to please?
Indeed, my timid Muse, I doubt it:
But let us through the volume run,
And when we read what has been done,
We fairly may decide about it—
I pray you, do not press me to it;
So rich within, without so gay,
Indeed, I know not how to do it.
Here, too, are drawings neat and fine,
All subjects for the muse affording,
That all with equal grace may shine,
The Work and the appropriate wording.
And can I join in Works like these
With any decent hope to please?
Indeed, my timid Muse, I doubt it:
But let us through the volume run,
And when we read what has been done,
We fairly may decide about it—
| New Poems by George Crabbe | |