Poem by George Crabbe
Cease to bid me not to sing.
Spite of Fate I'll tune my lyre:
Hither, god of music, bring
Food to feed the gentle fire;
And on Pægasean wing
Mount my soul enraptur'd higher.
Some there are who'd curb the mind,
And would blast the springing bays;
All essays are vain, they'll find,
Nought shall drown the muse's lays,
Nought shall curb a free-born mind,
Nought shall damp Apollo's praise.
George Crabbe's other poems:
- To a Lady, on Leaving Her at Sidmouth
- Lines Written at Warwick
- Concluding Lines of Prize Poem on Hope
- On the Death of William Springall Levett
- To Emma
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Percy Shelley Song ("Rarely, rarely, comest thou") Samuel Johnson Song ("Not the soft sighs of vernal gales") Charlotte Mew Song ("Love love to-day, my dear") John Davidson Song ("THE boat is chafing at our long delay") Bryan Procter Song ("Here's a health to thee, Mary") Mary Montagu Song ("How happy is the harden'd heart") George Etherege Song ("LADIES, though to your conquering eyes") Mary Chudleigh Song ("Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?") Edgar Poe Song ("I saw thee on thy bridal day") 1827Aphra Behn Song ("O Love! that stronger art than wine") Emma Lazarus Song ("Frosty lies the winter-landscape") Amy Lowell Song ("Oh! To be a flower") Bayard Taylor Song ("NOW the days are brief and drear") Isaac Bickerstaffe Song ("How happy were my days, till now") Hilaire Belloc Song ("Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year") George Lyttelton Song ("When Delia on the plain appears") 1732Philip Massinger Song ("Why art thou slow, thou rest of trouble, Death") Duncan Scott Song ("I have done") Elinor Wylie Song ("It is my thoughts that colour") Richard Sheridan Song ("HereТs to the maiden of bashful fifteen") Anna Seward Song ("FROM thy waves, stormy Llannon, I fly")
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