Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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... souls tho ' trodden down like mud . All that day I sat alone , would not eat nor drink , Sat humiliated down in dust to weep and think : My heart grew like a stone ; I felt it sink and sink and sink . At night my Father held a banquet ...
... souls tho ' trodden down like mud . All that day I sat alone , would not eat nor drink , Sat humiliated down in dust to weep and think : My heart grew like a stone ; I felt it sink and sink and sink . At night my Father held a banquet ...
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... soul shall see . Is thy strait horizon dreary ? Is thy foolish fancy chill ? Change the feet that have grown weary For the wings that never will . There are kingdoms for the spirit Beyond worlds and ages IN THE WINTER . 13.
... soul shall see . Is thy strait horizon dreary ? Is thy foolish fancy chill ? Change the feet that have grown weary For the wings that never will . There are kingdoms for the spirit Beyond worlds and ages IN THE WINTER . 13.
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... thee like the meshes Of a wondrous net . There is no escaping ! - Death but brings thee nigher ; Lays thee still more open To His glance of fire ! Yet fear not but rather Let thy soul rejoice That E 2 THE EYE OF GOD . 35.
... thee like the meshes Of a wondrous net . There is no escaping ! - Death but brings thee nigher ; Lays thee still more open To His glance of fire ! Yet fear not but rather Let thy soul rejoice That E 2 THE EYE OF GOD . 35.
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Poems Isa Craig- Knox. Yet fear not but rather Let thy soul rejoice That God's Omnipresence , Is beyond thy choice . That from the All - Seeing Nought can thee remove ; For that ceaseless vision , That great Eye , is Love ! MARY HOWITT ...
Poems Isa Craig- Knox. Yet fear not but rather Let thy soul rejoice That God's Omnipresence , Is beyond thy choice . That from the All - Seeing Nought can thee remove ; For that ceaseless vision , That great Eye , is Love ! MARY HOWITT ...
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... Souls forget . There the horsehoofs , rearing wildly , Burst the pikemen's kneeling line Ere the scimitar - waving rider Sinks by cross - bow shaft supine . Under the fallen steed , Cloven in twain his arm , Over the slain his head ...
... Souls forget . There the horsehoofs , rearing wildly , Burst the pikemen's kneeling line Ere the scimitar - waving rider Sinks by cross - bow shaft supine . Under the fallen steed , Cloven in twain his arm , Over the slain his head ...
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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...