Poems with rhymes of crime

The night will last me my time.
The gold on a crown or a crime

Child, if it were thine error or thy crime
I care no longer, being all unblest:
Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time,

No other mortal, since the dawn of time,
Has ever pardoned such a mass of crime!'

What was thine ancient crime,
Burning through lapse of time

Well might the Dead who struggled in the slime
Rise and deride this sepulchre of crime.

Poison in thyme covered in Slime
Silly me ! is That a crime?

That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime

For out of woe and out of crime
Draws the heart a lore sublime."

Wherefore should England be the only clime,
Where to think freely is not deemed a crime?

The natural crowd is a mob to him, their prayer a vulgar rhyme;
The freeman's speech is sedition, and the patriot's deed a crime.

Ce triste repentir, qui me ronge et me lime,
Ne vient (car j'en suis net) pour sentir quelque crime,

If killing birds be such a crime,
What think you, sir, of killing time

In you Redemption measures all my time,
And spreads the plaster equal to the crime;

Ah! when will come the sacred fated time,
When man unsullied by his leaders' crime,

From childhood’s earliest time,
They struggle, one perpetual strife,
With hunger and with crime.

Thy mother left me in a happy time,
Thou kill'dst not her--Heav'n spares the double-crime."

Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

Came there a widow who pleaded for time
For a month, for a week! Ah, what would it mean!
'Sell up her sticks. This pretence is a crime!

With none to check, and few to point in time
The thousand paths that slope the way to crime;

That kill the bloom before its time;
And blanch, without the owner's crime,