The March Of Freedom (Ernest Jones Poems)
The nations are all calling To and fro, from strand to strand;Uniting in one army The slaves of ...
The nations are all calling To and fro, from strand to strand;Uniting in one army The slaves of ...
In a cottage on a moor Famine's feeble children cried;The frost knocked sharply at the door, And hunger ...
LEAWOOD HALL,A Chistmas Tale. IN a cottage on a moor Famine's feeble children cried;The frost knocked sharply at the ...
IOn her great venture, Man,Earth gazes while her fingers dint the breastWhich is his well of strength, his home of ...
LEAN BACK, and get some minutes' peace; Let your head leanBack to the shoulder with its fleece Of ...
This ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen, Peaceful an' 'appy wiv the day's work done,Watchin', be'ind the orchard's bonzer green, ...
AFTER A CHARITY SERMON. The rich are going to their homes, The clouds of dust arise;For rich men always ...
Do you hear the women praying, oh my brothers? Do you hear what words they say? These, ...
IWho hath not sent out ships to sea?Who hath not toiled through light and darkness to make them strong for ...
A map of every country known,With not a foot to call his own.A list of folks that kicked a dustOn ...
In the Christmas times of the long ago,There was one event we used to know That was better than any ...
God dreamed a man; Then, having firmly shut Life like a precious metal in his fist Withdrew, ...
What ancestors uniteHere in this red and whiteKelpie to defineHis symmetry of line,As crouched in burning dustHe halts both Time ...
Now let me die, for I indeed was slainWith my three sons. Where are ye, sons? Oh let meFind ye, ...
I Have sacrificed all, thou sayest, "that man I might succor; Vain the attempt; my reward was ...
Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky ...
Suspended lion face Spilling at the centre Of an unfurnished sky How still you stand, And how unaided Single stalkless ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
"I Have sacrificed all," thou sayest, "that man I might succor; Vain the attempt; my reward was persecution and hate." ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
Here in my mountain home, On rugged hills and steep, I sit and watch you come, O Riverinia Sheep! You ...
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