Alton Locke’s Song (Charles Kingsley Poems)
Weep, weep, weep and weep,For pauper, dolt, and slave!Hark! from wasted moor and fen,Feverous alley, stifling den,Swells the wail of ...
Weep, weep, weep and weep,For pauper, dolt, and slave!Hark! from wasted moor and fen,Feverous alley, stifling den,Swells the wail of ...
I bless you, forests, valleys, fields, mountains, waters,I bless freedom and blue skies.I bless my staff and my humble rags.And ...
For the faith that is not brokenBy the burden of the day;For the word that is not spoken(Dearest words are ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
To love Jesus, really love his ministry, his message We need to see him, as he was, as he was ...
To love Jesus, really love his ministry, his message We need to see him, as he was, as he was ...
I gained it so -- By Climbing slow -- By Catching at the Twigs that grow Between the Bliss -- ...
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
We sat together at one summer's end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked ...
You said the anger would come back just as the love did. I have a black look I do not ...
Calmly we walk through this April's day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper and rentier, The ...
Rosemary has of dolls a dozen, Yet she disdains them all; While Marie Rose, her pauper cousin Has just an ...
I greet the challenge of the dawn With weary, bleary eyes; Into the sky so ashen wan I wait the ...
Here is my Garret up five flights of stairs; Here's where I deal in dreams and ply in fancies, Here ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November, Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough ...
In your bosom we wake up with fear, In your sky there's only unending tears, You always roar, but within, ...
Rhodes' slave! Selling shoes and gingham, Flour and bacon, overalls, clothing, all day long For fourteen hours a day for ...
Scarlet coats, and crash o' the band, The grey of a pauper's gown, A soldier's grave in Zululand, And a ...
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. "This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of ...
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