The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes |
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TO FANNY.
Britoness! angels love in thee
Angelic truth and piety;
But angels do not bow the knee
To God-defying homicides.
Angelic truth and piety;
But angels do not bow the knee
To God-defying homicides.
For others' woes thy bosom bleeds;
Deep is thy hate of hateful deeds;
But why of words, and forms, and creeds,
O why art thou the homager?
Deep is thy hate of hateful deeds;
But why of words, and forms, and creeds,
O why art thou the homager?
Does true religion war on mind?
Is pure religion deaf and blind?
They best serve God, who serve mankind;
Christ bade us feed his little ones.
Is pure religion deaf and blind?
They best serve God, who serve mankind;
Christ bade us feed his little ones.
O then contemn the base and cold!
Say to thy sons, “Be just and bold,
Unawed by power, unbribed by gold!”
Britoness! this is piety.
Say to thy sons, “Be just and bold,
Unawed by power, unbribed by gold!”
Britoness! this is piety.
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Thou bid'st me scorn this world of care;
“For better worlds,” thou say'st, “prepare!”
Not I—if angel forms are there
Apologists of tyranny.
“For better worlds,” thou say'st, “prepare!”
Not I—if angel forms are there
Apologists of tyranny.
Where Milton's eyes, no longer dim,
See Seraphs walk with slander'd Pym,
I would not hear the cherubim
Sing Tory odes to Castlereagh.
See Seraphs walk with slander'd Pym,
I would not hear the cherubim
Sing Tory odes to Castlereagh.
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