The Painter Of Florence (Ernest Jones Poems)
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
THERE'S a mansion old 'mid the hills of the west,So old, that men know not by whom it was built;But ...
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 ...
Spring is come, and shades departLighter beats each human heart;Ghost-like snow-is fleeting slow,And the green spring-grasses grow.Streams, that long have ...
Sons of freedom! break your slumbersThe day of glory's drawing nigh,Against us tyranny's red numbersRear their bloody banner high. ...
Come to the marriage-feast Where the glittering tables wait-Where the greatest shall be the least, And the least ...
1. The land it is the landlords'; The traders' is the sea;The ore the usurer's coffer fills, But ...
Gag-gag-gag!Is the cry of the traitor band, While they try, with a printed rag, ...
AIR-" THE BRAVE OLD OAK" A song to the men-the working men, Who long in their chains ...
A vote in the Laws they make! A home in the land I till!Where the hearts of the many ...
WILD rider of grey clouds, beneath whose breath The stars dissolve in mist, or rain, or sleet;Who chariotest the ...
Men of the honest heart, Men of the stalwart hand,Men, willing to obey, Thence able to command:Men of ...
THE God of Freedom bless,With strength for self-redress, The People's might;The cause of man to save,Arouse each ...
Ye lords of golden argosies! And Prelate, prince, and peer;And members all of Parliament, In rich St. Stephens, ...
MY countrymen! why languish Like outcasts of the earth,And drown in tears of anguish The glory of your ...
My countrymen! why languish Like outcasts of the earth,And drown in tears of anguish The glory of your ...
Composed when confined to a solitary cell, on breadand water, without books or writing materials, May 1849 Troublesome fancies beset ...
RIGHT onward the river is rolling, Its fountains are pulsing below,And 'tis not in human controlling To turn ...
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