More Verse and Prose, Том 1C. Fox, 1850 |
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Adwick art thou bard beauty Beneath bless'd blessing blue bright brow Byron chain'd cheek child cloud cold corn cornlaws curse darkness dead death deed deep dost thou dread dream earth Elgin marbles EPIGRAM EPITAPH Etheline Ev'n evil eyes face fear fire flower freetrade gloom gone grave grey hast hath hear heart Heart of iron heav'n hell Hungary Konig labour land light live lonely look look'd lord Lord Byron lov'd maid man's never night nought nursling o'er pain pale poison'd poor pray'd rais'd rose scorn seem'd Sheffield sigh'd sighs Sing sire slave sleep smil'd smile snow song sorrow soul spondee Squire Stannington starv'd Strange matters sweet tears Telmarine thee thine things thought throne Tir'd toil trochee turn'd vex'd Wanderer wapentake watch'd weep wept wild wind wood worst would'st wretch
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Сторінка 79 - God of mercy, when? Not kings and lords, but nations! Not thrones and crowns, but men! Flowers of thy heart, O God, are they; Let them not pass, like weeds, away, Their heritage a sunless day. God save the people! 2 Shall crime bring crime for ever, Strength aiding still the strong? Is it thy will, O Father, That man shall toil for wrong? "No," say thy mountains; "No," thy skies; Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise, And songs be heard instead of sighs; God save the people!
Сторінка 79 - God of mercy! when? The people, Lord, the people! Not thrones and crowns, but men ! God, save the people ! Thine they are, Thy children, as Thy angels fair : Save them from bondage and despair!
Сторінка 67 - Wait, boastful Man ! Though worthy are Thy deeds, when thou art true, Things worthier still, and holier far, Our sister yet will do ; • For this the worth of woman shows, On every peopled shore, That still as man in wisdom grows, He honors her the more.
Сторінка 79 - When wilt Thou save the people? O God of mercy, when ? The people, Lord, the people, Not thrones and crowns, but men...
Сторінка 20 - Or hear him in the wind— Why dost not thou thy banner shake O'er sealess, streamless lands, and make One nation of mankind...
Сторінка 88 - LORD, send us weeks of Sundays, A saint's day every day, Shirts gratis, ditto breeches, No work, and double pay ! Tell Short and Long...
Сторінка 113 - Art thou a colourist ? Mark, how yon red Poppy, and that bright patch of yellow bloom, Cliff-borne above green depths and purply gloom, Like spark and blaze on smiling darkness shed, Give and take beauty ! Mark, too, overhead, How the rich verdure of this ancient tree, And the deep purple of the bank, agree To thrive in partnership! And while the bed Of the clear stream, through tints of every hue, Lifts its bath'd pebbles, lo ! to brighten all, The little harebell brings its bit of blue, And is...
Сторінка 133 - ... injurious to all — rapid and sudden fluctuations. Now, I say, that beyond any law which has ever been in force in this or any other country, this law of 1842 has accomplished these its great and main objects (hear, hear).
Сторінка 81 - Burn'd darkly on his cheek, And often to his mother He spoke, or tried to speak : " I felt, as if from slumber I never could awake : Oh, Mother, give me something To cherish for your sake ! A cold, dead weight is on me, A heavy weight, like lead : My hands and feet seem sinking Quite through my little bed : I am so tired...
Сторінка 29 - And well he earn'd thy scorn ; For he believed that all may be What martyrs are, in spite of thee, Nor wear thy crown of thorn. Smiling, he bound it round his brain, And dared what martyrs dare ; For God, who wastes nor joy nor pain, Had arm'd his soul to bear...