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 ...
I. LINDSAY castle's jutted forth On the wild, old sounding sea,And a gallant race of the hardy North, ...
AMID the bright'ning glories of the earth,I watched a humble floweret from its birth;'Twas a pale blossom and a simple ...
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 ...
OH! what is so blithe as through cornfields to roam, When the lark is in heaven and laughter on ...
The wind! the wind plays o'er the prison-bar, Still fresh from kissing the green forest-leaves;Rending the wheat-fields in the ...
A CHILD of the hard-hearted world was I, And a worldling callous of heart,And eager to play with the ...
DARKNESS on the endless sea; A wild, wild wailing cry;And the sun came down-like a ...
A Legend of Windsor A song for the Queen! our gracious Queen, Who giveth her subjects bread!Paupers! throw up ...
(FROM THE FRENCH OF PIERRE DUPONT). When on the stream's deserted bank No busy mill shall fan the air, ...
Down the hillside tripping brightly, O'er the pebbles tinkling lightly,'Mid the meadows rippling merrily, the mountain- ...
THE midnight hour is passing-the sunrise is at handThe watchers on the mountain tops are looking o'er the land,The world ...
FORTH to the fight! then shining sword of song! Sing, sing the toil, that makes the toiler strong. Sing, how ...
Where is Love? Oh! rather, name the spot ...
LABOUR! Labour! Labour!-Toil! Toil! Toil! With the wearing of the bone and the drowning of ...
Gate!-that never wholly closes, Opening yet so oft in vain!Garden! full of thorny roses! ...
We are dead, and we are buried!Revolution's soul is tame!They are merry o'er our ashes,And our tyrants rule the same!But ...
In a wretched, lonely, desolate spotThat nursed and cherished and sheltered it not, In a cold and ...
Labour! labour! labour! toil! toil! toil! With the wearing of the bone and the drowning of the mind;Sink like ...
WHY groaning so, thou solid Earth! Tho' sprightly summer cheers?Or is thine old heart dead to mirth? Or ...
From my cell, I look back on the world-from my cell, And think I ...
On the 2nd of August, 1846AIR-"THE BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN" O'er plains and cities far away,All lorn and lost the morning ...
WHAT stands upon the Highland? What walks across the rise,As tho' a starry island Were sinking down the ...
Written in the prison Infirmary, February, 1850. To a quiet land I'm steering; Steering ever, day and night;A sailor-wreck ...
Three fishermen sat by the side Of the many toned popular stream,That rolled with its heavy proud tide, ...
Oh! Christian Love is a thing divine, And Charity saveth ten fold;But a Christian HATE is a thing as ...
SHARPEN the sickle! The fields are white, 'Tis the time of the harvest at last;Reapers! be up with the ...
Who is it rivets broken bands And stranger-hearts together,And builds with fast-decaying hands A home to last for ...
Who bids us backward-laggards, stay!As soon wave back the light of day!We have not marched so long a wayTo yield ...
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