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. On The Death Of His Eldest Son 4/16/2010
5. Blue And Buff 1/1/2004
6. The Grand Consulation 1/1/2004
7. Parody 1/1/2004
8. The Traitor's Epitah 1/1/2004
9. The New-Old Opposition 1/1/2004
10. Though Short Thy Span, God's Unimpeach'D Decrees 1/1/2004
11. Epigram 1/1/2004
12. The Slavery Of Greece 1/1/2004
13. Moderate Men And Moderate Measures 1/1/2004
14. Elijah's Mantle 1/1/2004
15. The Pilot That Weath'D The Storm 1/1/2004
16. The Pilgrimage To Mecca 1/1/2004
17. Ode To The 1/1/2004
18. All The Talents 4/16/2010
Best Poem of George Canning

All The Talents

When the broad-bottom
'd Junto, with reason at strife,
Resign'd, with a sigh, its political life;
When converted to Rome, and of honesty tired,
They gave back to the Devil the soul he inspired.

The Demon of Faction, that over them hung,
In accents of horror their epitaph sung;
While Pride and Venality join'd in the stave,
And canting Democracy wept at the grave.

'Here lies in the tomb that we hollow'd for Pitt,
of Grenville, of Temple the wit;
'Of Sidmouth the firmness, the temper of Grey,
'And Treasurer Sheridan's promise to ...

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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,

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