Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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... needs be there , Statue - cold , severe , and stately , if not statue - fair ; With hereditary jewels clustered in my hair , With a fan of rainbow feathers and a golden chain , Some bore gusty lights before me , some bore up my train ...
... needs be there , Statue - cold , severe , and stately , if not statue - fair ; With hereditary jewels clustered in my hair , With a fan of rainbow feathers and a golden chain , Some bore gusty lights before me , some bore up my train ...
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... need . I am overweening , ignorant , vain . Yet , Lord , if I take good heed , May I wash the hoofs and comb the mane Of the shining gospel - steed ? GEORGE MACDONALD . Sp SUDDEN LIGHT . I HAVE been here before , Though 24 THE THREE ...
... need . I am overweening , ignorant , vain . Yet , Lord , if I take good heed , May I wash the hoofs and comb the mane Of the shining gospel - steed ? GEORGE MACDONALD . Sp SUDDEN LIGHT . I HAVE been here before , Though 24 THE THREE ...
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... need be brave , With death in life to wrestle From the cradle to the grave . Sternly the sorrows meet him In the thick of the mortal fray- But the night must serve for weeping- Work must be done by day . High rose the houses , a great ...
... need be brave , With death in life to wrestle From the cradle to the grave . Sternly the sorrows meet him In the thick of the mortal fray- But the night must serve for weeping- Work must be done by day . High rose the houses , a great ...
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... needs of the body , Let the soul's be served or not ; And work must be remembered Though God should be forgot . Yet if God were forgotten By weary women and men , To the earth , however guilty , He would come a child again . The boy was ...
... needs of the body , Let the soul's be served or not ; And work must be remembered Though God should be forgot . Yet if God were forgotten By weary women and men , To the earth , however guilty , He would come a child again . The boy was ...
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... needs of life . And sadder still And sadder grew the spirit of the man Within him . Barren , if unshared By these his fellows , seemed the richest fruit Of wisdom . Bitter even the bread of life . And even Ronald shared not , but roamed ...
... needs of life . And sadder still And sadder grew the spirit of the man Within him . Barren , if unshared By these his fellows , seemed the richest fruit Of wisdom . Bitter even the bread of life . And even Ronald shared not , but roamed ...
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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...