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, ...
OH! what is so blithe as through cornfields to roam, When the lark is in heaven and laughter on ...
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 ...
A CHILD of the hard-hearted world was I, And a worldling callous of heart,And eager to play with the ...
Gag-gag-gag!Is the cry of the traitor band, While they try, with a printed rag, ...
FORTH to the fight! then shining sword of song! Sing, sing the toil, that makes the toiler strong. Sing, how ...
Crucified! crucified every morn!Beaten, and scourged and crowned with thorn!Scorned, and spat on, and drenched with gall:Brothers! how long shall ...
Where is Love? Oh! rather, name the spot ...
To love, and to love hopelessly, It is a bitter lot!Not the idle I love that partsLight as it ...
From my cell, I look back on the world-from my cell, And think I ...
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 ...
I. The nightingale rests on a waving bough, And sings to a pure white rose;The rose-she lists to her ...
Written in the Infirmary of Westminster Prison,during severe illness, November, 1849. We all have our allotted task; Their burden ...
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