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The Poetical Works of George Barlow

In Ten [Eleven] Volumes
Barlow, George

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Vol. I
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Vol. II A LIFE'S LOVE
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Vol. III
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Vol. IV
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Vol. V: LOVED BEYOND WORDS
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Vol VI: THE PAGEANT OF LIFE
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Vol VII: FROM DAWN TO SUNSET
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Vol. VIII
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Vol. IX
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Vol. X
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Vol. XI
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VOX CLAMANTIS:
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POEMS
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SONNETS
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LYRICS
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FIVE SONNETS
  
GOLDEN SHEAVES
  
“THE ENDING OF THE DAY”
  
“A SOUL'S PURE RADIANCE”
  
“THE DEAD HAVE NOT DEPARTED”
  
“CAN I FORGET?”
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SONGS OF ENGLAND AWAKING
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SONNETS OF EMPIRE
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SONNET I A PRIME MINISTER
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SONNET II A PRAYER
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SONNET III A CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER
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SONNET IV PERFECT IGNOMINY
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SONNET V VICTORY
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SONNET VI “ONCE AGAIN”
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SONNET VII A LIBERAL PROGRAMME
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SONNET VIII “BRAVE WORDS!”
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SONNET IX OUR “MODERATES”
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SONNET X THE CHARGE OF THE PEERS' BRIGADE
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SONNET XI FIELD-MARSHAL EARL ROBERTS
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SONNET XII M. MÉLINE AND MR. ASQUITH
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SONNET XIII ENGLAND DECADENT
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SONNET XIV CHRISTMAS, 1910
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SONNET XV THERE AND HERE
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SONNET XVI THE WRITING ON THE WALL
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SONNET XVII THE DECLARATION OF LONDON
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TWO SONNETS
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SONNET XVIII FOR CORONATION DAY, THURSDAY, JUNE 22, 1911.
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SONNET XIX FOR CORONATION DAY, THURSDAY, JUNE 22, 1911.
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SONNET XX THE GREAT BETRAYAL
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SONNET XXI THE NAVAL PRIZE BILL
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SONNET XXII WOMAN SUFFRAGE
  
SONG FOR THE BOYS OF BRITAIN
  
THE HIGHER WOMAN

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SONNET XX
THE GREAT BETRAYAL

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The Parliament Bill was passed by the House of Lords on August 10, 1911.

Fear, treachery, folly, intrigue, all that's base
And foul in politics, heaped up pell-mell
Converged, as if through some magician's spell,
When Lansdowne and his fate stood face to face.
Was no high instinct left, no pride of race?
Prone at the feet of Ford the noblesse fell:
And for one night the House of Lords was hell,
“His Lordship” striving to outlie “His Grace.”
Then...forth the traitors surged, one rabble-rout,
Each blindly pressing first to scamper out,
Lords, Bishops, one great shameless wrestling sea,
While from the tongues of those who still stood fast
As the black herd of wolves and apes swept past
Rose with a cheer the name of Halsbury.
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