Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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... hour ? THIS , surely , chief : -to turn these ills to good : Out of sour poison draw the wholesome food ; Chasing ill thoughts that sever rich and poor . Oh ! could we feel that every open'd door Made way to HEARTS ! drove out the ...
... hour ? THIS , surely , chief : -to turn these ills to good : Out of sour poison draw the wholesome food ; Chasing ill thoughts that sever rich and poor . Oh ! could we feel that every open'd door Made way to HEARTS ! drove out the ...
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... hour more fixed than Time : " I am persuaded He can keep them All , " And give me back each one from forth their Pall Brighter than I resign them , mine at last , When this sad Present shall be chang'd to Past . I shall be happy then ...
... hour more fixed than Time : " I am persuaded He can keep them All , " And give me back each one from forth their Pall Brighter than I resign them , mine at last , When this sad Present shall be chang'd to Past . I shall be happy then ...
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... hours of love . The boy awoke And saw him sit there ; slept , and woke again ; And there he sat and loomed out of the dark Until he seemed a giant to the child . The chequered moonlight fell across the floor Leaving the death - bed ...
... hours of love . The boy awoke And saw him sit there ; slept , and woke again ; And there he sat and loomed out of the dark Until he seemed a giant to the child . The chequered moonlight fell across the floor Leaving the death - bed ...
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... hour was come . The children slept : He gave no blessing , breathed no sad farewell- He too would sleep and leave the world to God . III . Deep in the heart of the worker- Too little understood- Deep in the heart of the worker Lies the ...
... hour was come . The children slept : He gave no blessing , breathed no sad farewell- He too would sleep and leave the world to God . III . Deep in the heart of the worker- Too little understood- Deep in the heart of the worker Lies the ...
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... hour , Telling of fierce temptation . Then a voice Within him cried , commanding him to save . And there arose a conflict in his soul As from its depths an evil whisper rose- " Am I my brother's keeper evermore ? " And then he knew his ...
... hour , Telling of fierce temptation . Then a voice Within him cried , commanding him to save . And there arose a conflict in his soul As from its depths an evil whisper rose- " Am I my brother's keeper evermore ? " And then he knew his ...
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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...