The Life, Character and Genius of Ebenezer Elliot the Corn Law Rhymer: By January Searle

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Página 19 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
Página 115 - Shireclift''s shade Will ramble where my boyhood played, Though Alfred dies. Then panting woods the breeze will feel, And bowers, as heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel ; But I through woodbined lanes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late we stood and wept ; For I was stricken when he died — I felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept.
Página 144 - If for my consolation Monseigneur would grant me, for the sake of God and the Most Blessed Trinity, that I could have news of my dear wife; were it only her name on a card, to show that she is alive! It were the greatest consolation I could receive; and I should forever bless the greatness of Monseigneur.
Página 113 - It's troubles o'er. Will then lie low. A month at least before thy time Thou com'st, pale flower, to me ; For well thou know'st the frosty rime Will blast me, ere my vernal prime, No more to be.
Página 21 - Dark, deep, and cold the current flows Unto the sea where no wind blows, Seeking the land which no one knows. O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes The mingled wail of friends and foes, Borne to the land which no one knows. Why shrieks for help yon wretch, who goes With millions, from a world of woes, Unto the land which no one knows...
Página 115 - He smiled, he sighed, he passed away ; His life was but an April day, — He loved and died ! My mother smiles — then turns away ; But turns away to weep : They whisper round me, — what they say I need not hear ; for in the clay I soon must sleep.
Página 112 - I, however, am quite willing to hazard any critical credit by avowing my persuasion that, in originality, power, and even beauty — when he chose to be beautiful — he might have measured heads beside Byron in tremendous energy, — Crabbe, in graphic description, and Coleridge, in effusions of domestic tenderness ; while in intense sympathy with the poor, in whatever he deemed their wrongs or their sufferings, he excelled them all, and perhaps every body else among his contemporaries in prose...
Página 60 - O'er mountain, glen, and lake. Our father loves us, want-worn man! And know thou this from me, The pride that makes thy pain his couch, May wake to envy thee. , Hard, hard to bear are want and toil, As thy worn features tell; But Wealth is armed with fortitude, And bears thy sufferings well.
Página 95 - American republicanism, and denouncing British aristocracy ; throwing sarcasms at the Duke of Wellington, and anointing General Jackson with the oil of flattery ; pouring out a flood of racy talk about church establishments, poetry, politics, the price of iron, and the price of corn ; while ever and anon he thrust his damp feet in the embers, and hung his shoes on the grate to dry.
Página 51 - The greatest happiness of the greatest number, For the greatest length of time, I inscribe these CORN LAW RHYMES.

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