Locksley Hall Sixty Years After, EtcMacmillan, 1886 - 201 pages |
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2ND FARMING afoor ageän ALLEN arter awaäy beänt better blossom chaumber child coom coom'd daäy DAN SMITH dark dead dear death doänt Dobbins earth Enter DOBSON Enter MILLY Eva's Exeunt Exit faäce Farmer Dobson farmer's daughter father flower Foälks fool forgive Forward Gee oop gentlefoälk gentleman gi'es goäs gone haäfe haäle haätes hallus happy HAROLD hayfield HAYMAKER heart hoonderd knaw'd knaws laädy lady larn last loäd hoäm Littlechester living LOCKSLEY HALL long barn look maäde maäke marriage meä Miss Dora Miss Eva murnin mysen naäme Naäy never niver Noä noän nobbut nowt oän once owd Dobson Philip Edgar poor promise rose saäme saäy SALLY schoolmaster singing sister soä STEER sweet sweet'arts taäke tell Tha lies thaw theer thou thowt thro Toft Hall waäy warless weänt whoä WILSON Yeäs
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Page 28 - What are men that He should heed us? cried the king of sacred song; Insects of an hour, that hourly work their brother...
Page 12 - Truth for truth, and good for good ! The Good, the True, the Pure, the Just; Take the charm ' For ever' from them, and they crumble into dust.
Page 13 - Forward, Forward,' lost within a growing gloom; Lost, or only heard in silence from the silence of a tomb. Half the marvels of my morning, triumphs over time and space, Staled by frequence, shrunk by usage into commonest commonplace ! ' Forward ' rang the voices then, and of the many mine was one. Let us hush this cry of ' Forward ' till ten thousand years have gone.
Page 24 - Earth at last a warless world, a single race, a single tongue, I have seen her far away — for is not Earth as yet so young ? — Every tiger madness muzzled, every serpent passion kill'd, Every grim ravine a garden, every blazing desert till'd, Robed in universal harvest up to either pole she smiles, Universal ocean softly washing all her warless Isles.
Page 27 - Bringer home of all good things. All good things may move in Hesper, perfect peoples, perfect kings. Hesper — Venus — were we native to that splendour or in Mars, We should see the Globe we groan in, fairest of their evening stars. Could we dream of wars and carnage, craft and madness, lust and spite, Roaring London, raving Paris, in that point of peaceful light ? Might we not in glancing heavenward on a star so silver-fair, Yearn, and clasp the hands and murmur, 'Would to God that we were there'?
Page 23 - All diseases quench'd by Science, no man halt, or deaf, or blind, Stronger ever born of weaker, lustier body, larger mind? Earth at last a warless world, a single race, a single tongue — I have seen her far away — for is not Earth as yet so young? — Every tiger madness muzzled, every serpent passion...
Page 20 - Bring the old dark ages back without the faith, without the hope, Break the State, the Church, the Throne, and roll their ruins down the slope.
Page 9 - Fires that shook me once, but now to silent ashes fallen away. Cold upon the dead volcano sleeps the gleam of dying day. Gone the tyrant of my youth, and mute below the chancel stones, All his virtues — I forgive them — black in white above his bones.
Page 26 - Dead, but how her living glory lights the hall, the dune, the grass! Yet the moonlight is the sunlight, and the sun himself will pass.