Blackburn Election (Joseph Hodgson Poems)
These ten-pound electors can guzzle in beer,And censure corruption, as if they were clear;Like Judas, they dip their foul hands ...
These ten-pound electors can guzzle in beer,And censure corruption, as if they were clear;Like Judas, they dip their foul hands ...
Under my trees of green and goldI stroll in the soft, autumnal days,With never a hint of winter's cold,Though the ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
As I walked of late by 'an' wood side,To God for to meditate was my entent,Where under a hawthorne I ...
What fruits they have, and how heaven smilesUpon those late-discovered isles.Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadful fightBetwixt a nation and ...
Thou wants my vote, young man wi' t' carpet-bags, Weel, sit thee down, an' hark what I've to say.It's ...
"YOU who dread the cares and labors Of the tenant's annual quest, You who long for peace and ...
1. The land it is the landlords'; The traders' is the sea;The ore the usurer's coffer fills, But ...
WE'ER low-we're low-we're very very low, As low as low can be;The rich are high-for we make ...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I think the starch mountains begin out in the willow and keep right ...
Our Garden Spot is always bright and pretty(Of course it's rather soggy when it rains),And only thirty minutes from the ...
Joe Ramshottom rented a bit of a farm From its owner, Squire Goslett his name; And the Gosletts came over ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
I taste a liquor never brewed -- From Tankards scooped in Pearl -- Not all the Vats upon the Rhine ...
(To Paul Sykes, author of 'Sweet Agony') He demolished five doors at a sitting And topped it off with an ...
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the ancients we know, (Among other odd whims of those comical bodies,) Adorn'd with somniferous ...
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