George Canning

(11 April 1770 – 8 August 1827 / London, England)

George Canning Poems

1. Song 4/6/2012
2. The Friend Of Humanity And The Knife-Grinder 4/6/2012
3. New Morality 1/1/2004
4. Blue And Buff 1/1/2004
5. On The Death Of His Eldest Son 4/16/2010
6. The Grand Consulation 1/1/2004
7. The Traitor's Epitah 1/1/2004
8. The New-Old Opposition 1/1/2004
9. Though Short Thy Span, God's Unimpeach'D Decrees 1/1/2004
10. Epigram 1/1/2004
11. Moderate Men And Moderate Measures 1/1/2004
12. The Slavery Of Greece 1/1/2004
13. Elijah's Mantle 1/1/2004
14. The Pilot That Weath'D The Storm 1/1/2004
15. The Pilgrimage To Mecca 1/1/2004
16. Ode To The 1/1/2004
17. All The Talents 4/16/2010
18. Parody 1/1/2004
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For one long term, or e'er her trial came,
Here Brownrigg linger'd. Often have these cells
Echoed her blasphemies, as with shrill voice
She scream'd for fresh Geneva. Not to her
Did the blithe fields of Tothill, or thy street
St. Giles, its fair varieties expand;
Till at the last in slow drawn cart she went
To execution. Dost thou ask her crime?
She whipp'd two female 'prentices to death,
And hid them in the coal-hole. For her mind
Shap'd strictest plans of discipline. Sage schemes!
Such as Lycurgus taught, when at the shrine
Of the Orthyan ...

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Ode To The

How blest, how firm the Statesman stands,
(Him no low intrigue shall move),
Circled by faithful kindred bands,
And propp'd by fond fraternal love.

When his speeches hobble vilely,
What! "Hear him" burst from brother Hiley,
When the faltering periods lag,

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