George Canning Poems
|2.||The Friend Of Humanity And The Knife-Grinder||4/6/2012|
|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|
|11.||Moderate Men And Moderate Measures||1/1/2004|
|12.||The Slavery Of Greece||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|
Comments about George Canning
The Pilot That Weath'D The Storm
If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky, if no longer dark tempests deform;
When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?
No!--Here's to the Pilot who weather'd the storm!
At the foot-stool of Power let flattery fawn,
Let Faction her idols extol to the skies;
To virtue in humble resentment withdrawn,
Unblam'd may the merits of gratitude rise.
And shall not His memory to Britain be dear,
Whose example with envy all nations behold;
A Statesman unbiass'd by int'rest or fear,
By pow'r uncorrupted, untainted by ...
The Traitor's Epitah
May this dreary abode be for ever unknown,
For ever, by virtue, by Pity, untrod;
Unbreathed be his name, and unhonor'd his stone;
The foe of his country, his monarch, his God.