Charles Churchill Poems
|2.||The Ghost - Book I||4/19/2010|
|3.||An Epistle To William Hogarth||4/19/2010|
|4.||Gotham - Book Ii||4/19/2010|
|5.||Gotham - Book Iii||4/19/2010|
|6.||The Duellist - Book Iii||4/19/2010|
|7.||The Prophecy Of Famine||4/19/2010|
|9.||The Ghost: Book Ii (Excerpt)||1/1/2004|
|10.||The Ghost: Book Iii (Excerpt)||1/1/2004|
|12.||The Ghost - Book Iv||4/19/2010|
|15.||Gotham - Book I||4/19/2010|
|16.||The Duellist - Book I||4/19/2010|
|18.||The Duellist - Book Ii||4/19/2010|
|20.||Lines Written In Windsor Park||4/19/2010|
Comments about Charles Churchill
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 ...
To Churchill's Sermons.
The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers
Churchill left behind him.
Health to great Glo'ster!--from a man unknown,
Who holds thy health as dearly as his own,
Accept this greeting--nor let modest fear
Call up one maiden blush--I mean not here