Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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... fire . " Sit and roast there with your meat , sit and bake there with your bread , " You who sat and saw us starve , " one shrieking woman said : " Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head . " O Queen my Mother , come ...
... fire . " Sit and roast there with your meat , sit and bake there with your bread , " You who sat and saw us starve , " one shrieking woman said : " Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head . " O Queen my Mother , come ...
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... Love burn with a Spirit's Fire . V. IN THE WINTER . IN the winter flowers are springing SACRIFICE IN THE WINTER THE THREE HORSES SUDDEN LIGHT FOUR SONNETS FROM EARLY) ITALIAN PICTURES AFTER SUNSET EMILY TAYLOR CHRISTINA ROSSETTI "V.
... Love burn with a Spirit's Fire . V. IN THE WINTER . IN the winter flowers are springing SACRIFICE IN THE WINTER THE THREE HORSES SUDDEN LIGHT FOUR SONNETS FROM EARLY) ITALIAN PICTURES AFTER SUNSET EMILY TAYLOR CHRISTINA ROSSETTI "V.
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... sun that everywhere surveys , Illumines him who justly merits praise , Sustains the weak , and sends on the evil , rain Of cleansing fire and retributive pain . IV . VERSES UNDER THE CORONATION OF THE VIRGIN , 28 FOUR SONNETS .
... sun that everywhere surveys , Illumines him who justly merits praise , Sustains the weak , and sends on the evil , rain Of cleansing fire and retributive pain . IV . VERSES UNDER THE CORONATION OF THE VIRGIN , 28 FOUR SONNETS .
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... the vineyard , and the town , Guard them from fire and sword , and from the rod Of pestilence and other ills ; for we , Crying , Ave ! gratia plena ! trust in thee . AFTER SUNSET . THE vast and solemn company of clouds FOUR SONNETS . 29.
... the vineyard , and the town , Guard them from fire and sword , and from the rod Of pestilence and other ills ; for we , Crying , Ave ! gratia plena ! trust in thee . AFTER SUNSET . THE vast and solemn company of clouds FOUR SONNETS . 29.
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... a thousand fires Hides all that past from view ; Vainly the prophet's heart aspires , It hides the future too ; And the England of our slow - paced sires Is thought upon by few . THE MERSEY AND THE IRWELL . Yet man lives not.
... a thousand fires Hides all that past from view ; Vainly the prophet's heart aspires , It hides the future too ; And the England of our slow - paced sires Is thought upon by few . THE MERSEY AND THE IRWELL . Yet man lives not.
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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...