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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRAGMENT, by GEORGE CRABBE Poet's Biography
First Line: Proud, little man, opinion's slave
Last Line: And join thy flimsy substance to the dust.
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.
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