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amid beauty behold beneath bless breast breath calm cheeks clear Cleon crime crowd curse Danton dark death Dionysia divine dream DUCOS dull earth Ellen Evelina Eternity evermore eyes face fair fancies fearful fill float flow flowers France gibbet give glory grey owl grief Guizot hand happy hate Havering-atte-Bower hear heart heaven heavenly hope hour King land light limbs live Lochlin look lord mighty mind misery moorlands morning mountain never night o'er Pagan pass Place de Grève poor Pyrenees ringdove scorn shine sigh sight Silenus SILLERY sing smiles song sorrow soul stars strong sublime sunshine sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou art thou hast thought toil trees truth Twas VERGNIAUD voice wave weary winds wine wise words world goes round wrong young youth
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Strana 200 - Aid the dawning, tongue and pen ; Aid it, hopes of honest men; Aid it, paper — aid it, type — Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play. Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way ! to!
Strana 166 - A nameless man, amid a crowd That throng'd the daily mart, Let fall a word of Hope and Love, Unstudied, from the heart ; A whisper on the tumult thrown — A transitory breath — It raised a brother from the dust, It saved a soul from death. O germ ! O fount ! O word of love ! O thought at random cast ! Ye were but little at the first, But mighty at the last ! CHARLES MACKAY.
Strana 228 - I ; He in velvet, I in fustian, Richer man am I. Cleon is a slave to grandeur, Free as thought am I ; Cleon fees a score of doctors, Need of none have I : Wealth-surrounded, care-environed, Cleon fears to die ; Death may come, he 'l1 find me ready, Happier man am I.
Strana 334 - And knowledge pour, From shore to shore, Light on the eyes of mental blindness. All slavery, warfare, lies, and wrongs, All vice and crime might die together ; And wine and corn, To each man born, Be free as warmth in summer weather. The meanest wretch that ever trod, The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow, Might stand erect In self-respect, And share the teeming world to-morrow.
Strana 197 - Tell us the signs, and stretch abroad thy hand, If the bright morning dawns upon the land." " The stars are clear above me ; scarcely one Has dimmed its rays, in reverence to the sun ; But yet I see, on the horizon's verge, Some fair, faint streaks, as if the light would surge.
Strana 229 - 11 find me ready, — happier man am I. Cleon sees no charms in nature, in a daisy I ; Cleon hears no anthems ringing in the sea and sky ; Nature sings to me forever, earnest listener I ; State for state, with all attendants, who would change ? Not I.
Strana 201 - sa midnight blackness changing Into gray. Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way ! 19 Once the welcome light has broken, Who shall say What the unimagined glories Of the day ? What the evil that shall perish In its ray ? Aid the dawning, tongue and pen ; Aid it, hopes of honest men ; Aid it paper, — aid it type, — • Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play. Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way...
Strana 262 - I'll be your friend in hour of need, and find you homes for ever ; For I have built three mansions high, three strong and goodly houses, To lodge, at last, each jolly soul who all his life carouses.
Strana 234 - Blessings on Science, and her handmaid Steam ! They make Utopia only half a dream ; And show the fervent, of capacious souls, Who watch the ball of Progress as it rolls, That all as yet completed, or begun, Is but the dawning that precedes the sun.
Strana 139 - WOMAN may err — Woman may give her mind To evil thoughts, and lose her pure estate ; But for one woman who affronts her kind By wicked passions and remorseless hate, A thousand make amends in age and youth, By heavenly Pity, by sweet Sympathy, By patient Kindness, by enduring Truth, By Love, supremest in adversity.