Daisies infinite Uplift in praise their little growing hands, O'er every hill that under heaven expands.
Sleep, to the homeless thou art home; the friendless find in thee a friend - Ebenezer Elliott
Sleep, to the homeless thou art home; the friendless find in thee a friend
- Ebenezer Elliott
Almighty Father! let thy lowly child, Strong in his love of truth, be wisely bold,-- A patriot bard, by sycophants reviled. Let him live usefully, an… - Ebenezer Elliott
Almighty Father! let thy lowly child, Strong in his love of truth, be wisely bold,-- A patriot bard, by sycophants reviled. Let him live usefully, an…
Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze. - Ebenezer Elliott
Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.
The quivering flesh, though torture-torn, may live, but souls, once deeply wounded, heal no more. - Ebenezer Elliott
The quivering flesh, though torture-torn, may live, but souls, once deeply wounded, heal no more.
Written in support of abolishing the Corn Laws, it became Elliott's most famous poem. The Peoples Anthem When wilt thou save the people Oh, God of me… - Ebenezer Elliott
Written in support of abolishing the Corn Laws, it became Elliott's most famous poem. The Peoples Anthem When wilt thou save the people Oh, God of me…
What is a Communist? One who hath yearnings For equal division of unequal earnings, Idler or bungler, or both, he is willing, To fork out his copper … - Ebenezer Elliott
What is a Communist? One who hath yearnings For equal division of unequal earnings, Idler or bungler, or both, he is willing, To fork out his copper …
If't were not for my cat and dog, I think I could not live. - Ebenezer Elliott
If't were not for my cat and dog, I think I could not live.
Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry, As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush. - Ebenezer Elliott
Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry, As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.
The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run. - Ebenezer Elliott
The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
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