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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Best Poem of 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To virtue in humble resentment withdrawn,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 ...

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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.

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