Ireland for the Irish Rhymes and Reasons Against Landlordism with a Preface on Fenianism and Republicanism. By W. J. Linton, Formerly of the Irish "Nation" |
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THE PARKS |
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THE PARKS
The noble Parks of England,—
With all their clumps of green,
And dips of knee-deep grassy land
The graceful slopes between,
Their beeches—silver'd by the breeze—
So stately to be seen,
Their bird and squirrel palaces
Built high in oaken screen:
With all their clumps of green,
And dips of knee-deep grassy land
The graceful slopes between,
Their beeches—silver'd by the breeze—
So stately to be seen,
Their bird and squirrel palaces
Built high in oaken screen:
The grand old Parks of England,—
With their ancestral mien,
Their avenues—where Sydney plann'd
His pastoral serene,
And their pleasant leaf-strewn terraces
Whence the level sun is seen
Flinging over the miles of trees
Its glorious golden sheen:
With their ancestral mien,
Their avenues—where Sydney plann'd
His pastoral serene,
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Whence the level sun is seen
Flinging over the miles of trees
Its glorious golden sheen:
Those Parks, despite their beauty's worth,
And memories proudly worn,
We value less than common earth
That grows the peasant's corn;
We'd raze their bowers and plough them o'er,
Ay! confiscate the best,
Ere one of England's Martyr Poor
Should hunger unredress'd.
And memories proudly worn,
We value less than common earth
That grows the peasant's corn;
We'd raze their bowers and plough them o'er,
Ay! confiscate the best,
Ere one of England's Martyr Poor
Should hunger unredress'd.
It need not be: there's room for both,
The means for man to live
And all magnificence of growth
The Beautiful can give.
Our Parks we yet shall live to see
The Nation's own domain,
When Labour's daily path shall be
Across the sward again.
The means for man to live
And all magnificence of growth
The Beautiful can give.
Our Parks we yet shall live to see
The Nation's own domain,
When Labour's daily path shall be
Across the sward again.
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