Voices of Freedom and Lyrics of LoveJ. Watson, 1851 - 78 pages |
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battle birds bleed bless blind blood blossom Boys brave break brothers brow burning burst crimson seas crown crown'd curse dark death Death's kiss desolate divine doth dust earth evermore Fathers are praying fiery fling flowers Fraternité freedom full of beauty full of love GERALD MASSEY glorious glory God's gold golden golden sun graves green hand hath heaven Helots hope hour Hungary Hurrah husht kill the poor know there's Labour Labour's social Chivalry lamp of God leap life's light lips live lookt Love's Men of Forty-eight merrily mighty Mother neath night noble o'er old land poor heart praying for pauper-pay rich robe smile smite song song of songs soul splendour spring starry stars stirring strife sweet eyes Sweet Spirit tears thee there's something wrong thou thought thrall thro Tis coming toil twill voice weary weep wings world is full yearning
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Page 57 - MEN OF FORTY-EIGHT. THEY rose in Freedom's rare sunrise, Like Giants roused from wine ; And in their hearts and in their eyes, The God leapt up divine ! Their souls flasht out like naked swords, Unsheathed for fiery fate ! Strength went like battle with their words — The Men of Forty-eight, Hurrah ! For the Men of Forty-eight. Dark days have fall'n, yet in the strife They bate no hope sublime, And bravely works the exultant life, Their hearts pulse thro...
Page 27 - While rich rogues in their stolen luxury nestle ; For I have felt it. Yet from Earth's cold Real My soul looks out on coming things, and cheerful The warm Sunrise floods all the land Ideal, And still it whispers to the worn and tearful, Hope on, hope ever.
Page 58 - The men of Forty-eight. Hurrah! For the men of Forty-eight. Dark days have fall'n! yet in the strife, They bate no hope sublime, And bravely works the fiery life, — Their hearts' pulse thro
Page 13 - There's no dearth of kindness In this world of ours, Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.
Page 6 - The sweet life melting thro' thy looks, Hath made my life divine. All Love's dear promise hath been kept, Since thou to me wert given ; A ladder for my soul to climb, And summer high in heaven, I know, dear heart ! that in our lot May mingle tears and sorrow ; But, Love's rich Rainbow's built from tears To-day, with smiles To-morrow. The sunshine from our sky may die, The greenness from Life's tree, But ever, 'mid the warring storm, Thy nest shall shelter'd be.
Page 35 - Work, brothers, work ! work, hand and brain, We'll win the golden age again. And love's millennial morn shall rise, In happy hearts and blessed eyes ; We will, we will, brave champions be, In this, the lordlier chivalry.
Page 13 - There's no dearth of kindness Or love among mankind, But in darkling loneness Hooded hearts grow blind ! Full of kindness tingling, Soul is shut from soul, When they might be mingling In one kindred whole ! There's no dearth of kindness, Tho...
Page 30 - For our Fathers are praying for Pauper-pay, Our Mothers with Death's kiss are white ; Our Sons are the rich man's Serfs by day, And our Daughters his Slaves by night.
Page 75 - King and slave, And Freedom shall be sovran in the courts of fool and knave Wail for the hopes that have gone down ! the young life vainly spilt ! Th' Eternal Murder still sits crown'd, and throned in damning guilt.