Eliza Cook Poems (12 Poems)
Black Bess (Eliza Cook Poems)
TURPIN had his Black Bess, and she carried him well,As fame with her loud-breathing trumpet will tell;She knew not the lash, and she suffered no spur;A bold rider was all that was needed by her.That rider grew pallid and cautious … Continue reading
Be Kind When You Can (Eliza Cook Poems)
Be kind when you can, though the kindness be little,‘Tis small letters make up philosophers’ scrolls;The crystal of Happiness, vivid and brittle,Can seldom be cut into very large bowls. ‘Tis atoms that dwell in the measureless mountain,‘Tis moments that sum … Continue reading
The Flag of the Free (Eliza Cook Poems)
‘Tis the streamer of England – it floats o’er the brave-‘Tis the fairest unfurled o’er the land or the wave;But though brightest in story and matchless in fight,‘Tis the heralds of Mercy as well as of Might.In the cause of … Continue reading
Song of the Sailor Boy (Eliza Cook Poems)
Cheer up, cheer up, my mother dear!Ah! Why do you sit and weep?Do you think that he who guards me here,Forsakes me on the deep?Let hope and faith light up your glance,When you see our ship set sail;Look, look at … Continue reading
The Banner of Union (Eliza Cook Poems)
Bring the Harp of the West, and the Pipes of the North,When our Trumpet note calls to the field;Let the men of old Scotia and Erin come forth,And our foemen shall see who must yield. Side by side in the … Continue reading
Grey-eyed mabel (Eliza Cook Poems)
I gazed on orbs of flashing black; I met the glow of hazel light; I marked the hue of laughing blue, That sparkled in the festive night. But none could fling a lasting spell To hold me … Continue reading
I Leave Thee for Awhile (Eliza Cook Poems)
I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh; The fountain spring within my soul is playing in mine eye; I do not blush to own the tear,—-let, let it touch my cheek, And what my … Continue reading
The Quiet Eye (Eliza Cook Poem)
THE ORB I like is not the one That dazzles with its lightning gleam; That dares to look upon the sun, As though it challenged brighter beam. That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll; Its fire may blaze, its shaft … Continue reading
The Sea-Child (Eliza Cook Poem)
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music he hears but the billow’s noise, And shells and weeds are his only toys. No lullaby can the mother find … Continue reading
Don’t Tell the World that You’re Waiting for Me (Eliza Cook Poems)
THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love, And still ’tis in vain that I ask thee to wed ; I hear no reply but a gentle ” Not yet, love,” With a smile of your lip, … Continue reading
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