Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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Page 47
... boy was nursed and named — a northern name- Ronald - the rush of battle on the hills It seemed to echo by the hearth of peace . The father gave the elder brother charge To shut out strangers , keep the child from harm BROTHERS . 47.
... boy was nursed and named — a northern name- Ronald - the rush of battle on the hills It seemed to echo by the hearth of peace . The father gave the elder brother charge To shut out strangers , keep the child from harm BROTHERS . 47.
Page 48
... Ronald fast , Sat in a doorway in the steep old street That thrid the thickest quarter of the town , Yet went out freely to the breezy fields That lay within the shadow of the hills . Then , as his baby learnt to walk and run , Farther ...
... Ronald fast , Sat in a doorway in the steep old street That thrid the thickest quarter of the town , Yet went out freely to the breezy fields That lay within the shadow of the hills . Then , as his baby learnt to walk and run , Farther ...
Page 49
... Ronald ran about , Till hunger drove them home . And as the days Lengthened and brightened , he , with pockets filled With bread with which to feed the ravenous babe- Who cried because he might not eat the book— Stayed all day long ...
... Ronald ran about , Till hunger drove them home . And as the days Lengthened and brightened , he , with pockets filled With bread with which to feed the ravenous babe- Who cried because he might not eat the book— Stayed all day long ...
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... Ronald had clambered to his arms and clapped His tiny hands and shouted when the crowd Scattered before the fall of burning brands . On Sabbath , to their haunts among the hills , Allen and Ronald lured their father forth . There ...
... Ronald had clambered to his arms and clapped His tiny hands and shouted when the crowd Scattered before the fall of burning brands . On Sabbath , to their haunts among the hills , Allen and Ronald lured their father forth . There ...
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... Ronald , fever - smitten lay : Moaning in suffering , or in passionate strength Rising with crimson cheek and sparkling eyes And hot clenched hands that battled as for life , To sink back spent and helpless . How he watched He worked ...
... Ronald , fever - smitten lay : Moaning in suffering , or in passionate strength Rising with crimson cheek and sparkling eyes And hot clenched hands that battled as for life , To sink back spent and helpless . How he watched He worked ...
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Page 17 - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore.
Page 54 - She now compounds for winning ways By morals of the sternest, Methinks the lays of nowadays Are painfully in earnest. When Wisdom halts, I humbly try To make the most of Folly: If Pallas be unwilling, I Prefer to flirt with Polly; To quit the goddess for the maid Seems low in lofty musers; But Pallas is a lofty jade — And beggars can't be choosers. I do not wish to see the slaves Of party, stirring passion, Or psalms quite superseding staves, Or piety "the fashion.
Page 1 - You who sat to see us starve," one shrieking woman said: "Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head." Nay, this thing will I do, while my mother tarrieth, I will take my fine spun gold, but not to sew therewith, I will take my gold and gems, and rainbow fan and wreath; With a ransom in my lap, a king's ransom in my hand, I will go down to this people, will stand face to face, will stand Where they curse king, queen, and princess of this cursed land. They shall take all to buy them...