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 ...
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 ...
TO MY READERS,-MY Life has been a wild, strange life,Now lulled in love-now wrapt in strife;I've had my dreams as ...
The night had sunk along the city, It was a bleak and cheerless hour;The wild-winds sung their solemn ditty ...
The wind! the wind plays o'er the prison-bar, Still fresh from kissing the green forest-leaves;Rending the wheat-fields in the ...
AFTER A CHARITY SERMON. The rich are going to their homes, The clouds of dust arise;For rich men always ...
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 ...
THE midnight hour is passing-the sunrise is at handThe watchers on the mountain tops are looking o'er the land,The world ...
1. The land it is the landlords'; The traders' is the sea;The ore the usurer's coffer fills, But ...
When the sea is still as glass,And the whispering breezes passOn messages from zone to zone, or waft from pole ...
Gag-gag-gag!Is the cry of the traitor band, While they try, with a printed rag, ...
They told me 'twas a fearful thing to pine in prison lone: ...
LABOUR! Labour! Labour!-Toil! Toil! Toil! With the wearing of the bone and the drowning of ...
Labour! labour! labour! toil! toil! toil! With the wearing of the bone and the drowning of the mind;Sink like ...
THE God of Freedom bless,With strength for self-redress, The People's might;The cause of man to save,Arouse each ...
THE CHARITY CHURCH REARED OPPOSITE THEPRISON GATE. "Glory to God! the faine is raised! And they who the most ...
Composed when confined to a solitary cell, on breadand water, without books or writing materials, May 1849 Troublesome fancies beset ...
A mariner I, on a stormy sea By a wondrous compass SteeringMy path 'mid the rocks and the shoals ...
A BRAVE old warrior of poesy, Grown grey-haired in the service of his lyre;A soul like an imprisoned Liberty- ...
My life is but a toil of many woes, And keen excitement, wearing to the core;And fervently I hope ...
Written in the Infirmary of Westminster Prison,during severe illness, November, 1849. We all have our allotted task; Their burden ...
RIGHT onward the river is rolling, Its fountains are pulsing below,And 'tis not in human controlling To turn ...
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