Charles Churchill

(February, 1731 - 4 November 1764 / Westminster)

Charles Churchill Poems

1. An Epistle To William Hogarth 4/19/2010
2. Dedication 4/19/2010
3. Gotham - Book I 4/19/2010
4. Gotham - Book Ii 4/19/2010
5. Gotham - Book Iii 4/19/2010
6. Independence 4/19/2010
7. Lines Written In Windsor Park 4/19/2010
8. The Apology 4/19/2010
9. The Author 4/19/2010
10. The Candidate 4/19/2010
11. The Conference 4/19/2010
12. The Duellist - Book I 4/19/2010
13. The Duellist - Book Ii 4/19/2010
14. The Duellist - Book Iii 4/19/2010
15. The Farewell 4/19/2010
16. The Ghost - Book I 4/19/2010
17. The Ghost - Book Iv 4/19/2010
18. The Ghost: Book Ii (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
19. The Ghost: Book Iii (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
20. The Journey 4/19/2010
21. The Prophecy Of Famine 4/19/2010
22. The Rosciad 4/19/2010
23. Times 1/1/2004
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The Author

Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,
And cruel parents teach, to read and write!
What need of letters? wherefore should we spell?
Why write our names? A mark will do as well.
Much are the precious hours of youth misspent,
In climbing Learning's rugged, steep ascent;
When to the top the bold adventurer's got,
He reigns, vain monarch, o'er a barren spot;
Whilst in the vale of Ignorance below,
Folly and Vice to rank luxuriance grow;
Honours and wealth pour in on every side,
And proud Preferment rolls her golden tide.
O'er crabbed authors life's gay ...

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Gotham - Book Ii

How much mistaken are the men who think
That all who will, without restraint may drink,
May largely drink, e'en till their bowels burst,
Pleading no right but merely that of thirst,
At the pure waters of the living well,
Beside whose streams the Muses love to dwell!
Verse is with them a knack, an idle toy,
A rattle gilded o'er, on which a boy
May play untaught, whilst, without art or force,

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