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Poem by George Crabbe


To Emma


  View, my fair, the fading flower,
    Clad like thee in [beauty's] arms,
  Idle pageant of an hour;
  Soon shall time its tints devour,
    And what are then its charms?

  Early pluck'd, it might produce
    A remedy to mortal pain,
  Afford a balmy cordial juice,
  That might celestial ease diffuse,
    Nor blossom quite in vain. 

  So 'tis with thee, my Emma fair,
    If nature's law's unpaid,
  If thou refuse our vows to hear
  And steel thy heart to ev'ry pray'r,
    A cruel frozen maid.

  But yield, my fair one, yield to love,
    And joys unnumber'd find,
  In Cupid's mystic circle move,
  Eternal raptures thou shalt prove,
    Which leave no pang behind.

          G. EBBAAC.

  Suffolk, Oct. 15, 1772.



George Crabbe


George Crabbe's other poems:
  1. To a Lady, on Leaving Her at Sidmouth
  2. Lines Written at Warwick
  3. Despair
  4. Belvoir Castle
  5. Concluding Lines of Prize Poem on Hope


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • George Byron To Emma ("Since now the hour is come at last") 1805

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