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Common terms and phrasesadieu To Media's adored Hannah afar Arfon's praise arise art thou Awake the voice Bamford bard battle of Orthes beauty beneath bid a long blush bobbins bonny bosom BOWERS breawn bright cloud Cymru dark dear death doth ECLOGUE Enoof ev'ry fair Fair lady fame fare thee Farewell ye fathers Felley floods flow'r Freedom Glenarfon glory gowden grave grey happy Hasto hath heart heaven high treason howl HYMN kiss lady Lancashire land liberty look Lord Wolsey lost my winder maid Marshal Ney Media's lonely bow'rs mighty mighty hand moorland Morisa must never morn mournful neath night noble o'er Oaphin Oh stay Oldham town Patriotic Fund pow'r pride roar SAMUEL BAMFORD shining sigh sing snow SONG soul storm sweet Sweet kisses TANDLE HILLS thine Thou never turn'd tyrant Union unto voice of Arfon's wander wave WEAVER Whilst winds Zekil Popular passagesPage 97 - This preservation photocopy was made and hand bound at BookLab, Inc., in compliance with copyright law. The paper is Weyerhaeuser Cougar Opaque Natural, which exceeds ANSI Standard Z39.48-1984. Page 93 - By these were the isles of the Gentiles divided in their lands; every one after his tongue, after their families, in their nations. Page 37 - Because this man hath died ? The sons of men did raise their voice, And cried in despair, " We will not come, we will not come, Whilst Death is waiting there !" But Time went forth, and dragg'd them on By one, by two, by three ; Nay, sometimes thousands came as one, So merciless was he ! And still they go, and still they go, The slave, the lord, the king ; And disappear, like flakes of snow, Before the sun of spring ! For Death stood in the path of Time, And slew them as they came ; And not a soul... Page 43 - And mark'd the mother's tear ? That look, which told us mournfully That woe and want were there ? And shall they ever weep again, And shall their pleadings be in vain ? By the dear blood of Hampden, shed In freedom's noble strife ! By gallant Sydney's gory head ! By all that's dear to life ! They shall not supplicate in vain; No longer will we bear the chain. Souls of our mighty sires ! behold This band of brothers join. Oh: never, never be it told, That we disgrace your line; 124 J If England wills... Page 23 - Tis the halo which follows his day, The noble examples he gave Remaining in splendid array ! The coward doth hopeless behold ; The wise and the good do admire ; But in the warm heart of the bold Awakens a nobler fire ! Then who would not live with the brave ? The wretch without virtue or worth. And who would not die with the brave ? The coward that cumbers the earth. Page 38 - And not a soul escaped his hand, So certain was his aim. The beggar fell across his staff, The soldier on his sword; The king sank down beneath his crown, The priest beside the Word. And Youth came in his blush of health, And in a moment fell; And Avarice, grasping still at wealth, Was rolled into Hell. And Age stood trembling at the pass, And would have turned again; But Time said, " No, 'tis never so, Thou can'st not here remain. Page 39 - Death quickly stopt their noise ! The father left his infant brood Amid the world to weep ; The mother died whilst her babe Lay smiling in its sleep. And some did offer bribes of gold, If they might but survive; But he drew his arrow to the head, And left them not alive ! And some were plighting vows of love, When their very hearts were torn ; And eyes that shone so bright at eve Were closed ere the morn ! And one had just... Page 38 - But that did nought avail ; Her ruby lips went cold and blue, Her rosy cheek turn'd pale ; And some were hurried from the ball, And some came from the play, And some were eating to the last, And some with wine were gay. And some were ravenous for food, And rais'd seditious cries; But, being a Page 22 - SAY, what is the life of the brave ? A gift which his Maker hath given, Lest nothing but tyrant and slave Remain of mankind under heaven. And what is the life of the brave, When staked in the cause of his right ? 'Tis but as a drop to a wave — A trifle he values as light. And what is the death of the brave ? A loss which the good shall deplore ; His life unto freedom he gave, And free men behold him no more. * This song is most respectfully inscribed by the author to Colonel Peard, honourably known... References from web pagesLancashire Lantern - lancashire poetry index - title search John Gardner - The Suppression of Samuel Bamford's Peterloo Poems ... John Critchley Prince: Miscellanea. Contents Bibliographic information
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