Life, Poetry, and Letters of Ebenezer Elliott, the Corn-law Rhymer: With an Abstract of His Politics

Voorkant
J. Mortimer, 1850 - 273 pagina's
 

Wat mensen zeggen - Een review schrijven

We hebben geen reviews gevonden op de gebruikelijke plaatsen.

Geselecteerde pagina's

Overige edities - Alles weergeven

Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen

Populaire passages

Pagina 99 - It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour, To see how things are shar'd ; How best o...
Pagina 261 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Pagina 92 - There is the moral of all human tales ; ę 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Pagina 261 - She listened with a fitting blush. With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The lady of the land.
Pagina 111 - Behold his failings ! hath he virtues too ? He is no pauper, blackguard though he be. Full well he knows what minds combined can do — Full well maintains his birthright — he is free ! And, frown for frown, outstares monopoly J Yet Abraham and Elliot...
Pagina 98 - Were there one wise or honest, I could kill him For herding with that nest of fools and knaves. By all my wrongs, thou talk'st as if revenge Were to be had, and the brave story warms me.
Pagina 66 - Them may no poison'd tongue, no evil eye Curse for the virtues that refuse to die ; The generous heart, the independent mind, Till truth, like falsehood, leaves a sting behind ! May temperance crown their feast, and friendship share ! May pity come, Love's sister spirit, there ! May they shun baseness, as they shun the grave ! May they be frugal, pious, humble, brave ! Sweet peace be theirs, the moonlight of the breast, And occupation, and alternate rest ; And, dear to care and thought, the rural...
Pagina 153 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Pagina 221 - To be a crowned and sceptred curse, that makes Immortals worms! a wolf, that feeds on souls! One of the names which vengeance whips with snakes Whose venom cannot die ! a king of ghouls, Whose drink is blood! To be clear-eyed as owls, Still calling darkness light, and winter spring! To be a tiger-king, whose mercy growls! To be of meanest things the vilest thing! Throned Asp o'er lesser asps! What grub would be a king?
Pagina 214 - Five rivers, like the fingers of a hand, Flung from black mountains, mingle, and are one Where sweetest valleys quit the wild and grand, And eldest forests, o'er the silvan Don, Bid their immortal brother journey on, A stately pilgrim, watch'd by all the hills. Say, shall we wander where, through warriors...

Bibliografische gegevens