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 ...
Ernest Jones Poems on World (19 Poems)
The Battle-Day, Or, The Lost Army (Ernest Jones Poems)
I. LINDSAY castle's jutted forth On the wild, old sounding sea,And a gallant race of the hardy North, ...
The Life Of A Flower (Ernest Jones Poems)
AMID the bright'ning glories of the earth,I watched a humble floweret from its birth;'Twas a pale blossom and a simple ...
The Prisoner’s Dream (Ernest Jones Poems)
The wind! the wind plays o'er the prison-bar, Still fresh from kissing the green forest-leaves;Rending the wheat-fields in the ...
The Better Hope (Ernest Jones Poems)
A CHILD of the hard-hearted world was I, And a worldling callous of heart,And eager to play with the ...
The Royal Bounty (Ernest Jones Poems)
A Legend of Windsor A song for the Queen! our gracious Queen, Who giveth her subjects bread!Paupers! throw up ...
The Coming Day (Ernest Jones Poems)
THE midnight hour is passing-the sunrise is at handThe watchers on the mountain tops are looking o'er the land,The world ...
The Garden Seat (Ernest Jones Poems)
When the sea is still as glass,And the whispering breezes passOn messages from zone to zone, or waft from pole ...
The Song Of The Gaggers (Ernest Jones Poems)
Gag-gag-gag!Is the cry of the traitor band, While they try, with a printed rag, ...
Hope (Ernest Jones Poems)
Gate!-that never wholly closes, Opening yet so oft in vain!Garden! full of thorny roses! ...
A Song For The People (Ernest Jones Poems)
AIR-" THE BRAVE OLD OAK" A song to the men-the working men, Who long in their chains ...
We Are Silent (Ernest Jones Poems)
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 ...
To The Departed (Ernest Jones Poems)
In a wretched, lonely, desolate spotThat nursed and cherished and sheltered it not, In a cold and ...
The Poet’s Mission (Ernest Jones Poems)
Who is it rivets broken bands And stranger-hearts together,And builds with fast-decaying hands A home to last for ...
The Poet’s Death (Ernest Jones Poems)
A BRAVE old warrior of poesy, Grown grey-haired in the service of his lyre;A soul like an imprisoned Liberty- ...
Resignation (Ernest Jones Poems)
Written in the Infirmary of Westminster Prison,during severe illness, November, 1849. We all have our allotted task; Their burden ...
Bonnivard (Ernest Jones Poems)
To Chillon's donjon damp and deep, Where wild waves mount eternal guard,Freedom's vigil long to keep, They dragged ...
Prison Bars (Ernest Jones Poems)
Ye scowling prison bars That compass me about,I'll forge ye into armour To face the world without.Bold Aspiration's ...
The Languages (Ernest Jones Poems)
Greek's a harp we love to hear;Latin is a trumpet clear;Spanish like an organ swells;Italian rings its bridal bells;France, with ...