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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRAGMENT, by GEORGE CRABBE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Proud, little man, opinion's slave Last Line: And join thy flimsy substance to the dust. | |||
PROUD, little Man, opinion's slave, Error's fond child, too duteous to be free, Say, from the cradle to the grave, Is not the earth thou tread'st too grand for thee? This globe that turns thee, on her agile wheel Moves by deep springs, which thou canst never feel: Her day and night, her centre and her sun, Untraced by thee, their annual courses run. A busy fly, thou sharest the march divine, And flattering fancy calls the motion thine; Untaught how soon some hanging grave may burst, And join thy flimsy substance to the dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HUMBLE INVOCATION by GEORGE CRABBE A MARRIAGE RING by GEORGE CRABBE A WEARY TRAVELLER by GEORGE CRABBE AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND by GEORGE CRABBE BELVOIR CASTLE; WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF DUCHESS OF RUTLAND by GEORGE CRABBE CONCLUDING LINES OF PRIZE POEM ON HOPE by GEORGE CRABBE EPISTLE TO PRINCE WILLIAM HENRY by GEORGE CRABBE FLIRTATION; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE CRABBE |
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