How England Averted a Revolution of Force: A Survey of the Social Agitation of the First Ten Years of Queen Victoria's Reign

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A. Brandt, 1903 - 288 Seiten
 

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Seite 225 - Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet ! With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want, And the walk that costs a meal!
Seite 224 - But human creatures' lives! Stitch — stitch — stitch, In poverty, hunger and dirt, — Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt! "But why do I talk of death,— That phantom of grisly bone? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own, — It seems so like my own Because of the fasts I keep; O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
Seite 219 - The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Seite 223 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this
Seite 224 - Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime, Work — work — work — As prisoners work for crime! Band, and gusset, and seam, Seam, and gusset, and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb'd, As well as the weary hand.
Seite 221 - Who is God that he should hear us, While the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred? When we sob aloud the human creatures near us Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word; » And we hear not (for the wheels in their resounding) Strangers speaking at the door: Is it likely God, with angels singing round him, Hears our weeping any more? " Two words, indeed, of praying we remember, « And, at midnight's hour of harm, ' Our Father,' looking upward in the chamber, We say softly for a charm. We know...
Seite 220 - If you listen by that grave, in sun and shower, With your ear down, little Alice never cries ; Could we see her face, be sure we should not know her, For the smile has time for growing in her eyes : And merry go her moments, lulled and stilled in The shroud by the kirk-chime. ' It is good when it happens,' say the children,
Seite 221 - Let' them touch each other's hands, in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human youth! Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals: Let them prove their living souls against the notion That they live in you, or under you, O wheels!
Seite 163 - Cobden called upon me as his friend, and addressed me, as you might suppose, with words of condolence. After a time he looked up and said, ' There are thousands of houses in England at this moment where wives, mothers, and children are dying of hunger. Now,' he said, ' when the first paroxysm of your grief is past, I would advise you to come with me and we will never rest till the Corn Law is repealed.
Seite 222 - But no!" say the children, weeping faster, "He is speechless as a stone; And .they tell us, of His image is the master, Who commands us to work on. Go to!

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