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 ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
When I was at home I was down on my luck,And I earned a poor living by drawing a truck;But ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow.Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,Thy tears themselves ...
I stood upon a crowded thoroughfare,Within a city's confines, where were metAll classes and conditions, and surveyed,From a secluded niche ...
Out of the heart of the city begottenOf the labour of men and their manifold hands,Whose souls, that were sprung ...
1. The land it is the landlords'; The traders' is the sea;The ore the usurer's coffer fills, But ...
? Victor HugoAnt-like city, city full of dreams, where the passer-by, at dawn, meets the spectre!Mysteries everywhere are the sap ...
AIR-" THE BRAVE OLD OAK" A song to the men-the working men, Who long in their chains ...
(Canticles 6:13. Return, oh Shulamite, Return, Return)My dear, dear Lord, I know not what to say:Speech is too coarse a ...
Darling, to say I love thee, is to say What I have often said, with careless arm Round Chloe's waist, ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
HERE, Here I live with what my board Can with the smallest cost afford; Though ne'er so mean the viands ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow. Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek, Thy ...
So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit, ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And ...
So, now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I'll ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And ...
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