The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes |
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ON THE CORONATION OF VICTORIA THE FIRST.
WRITTEN FOR THE PRINTERS OF SHEFFIELD.
What! here again, Old Caxton?
Thou'rt welcome, as before:
Calm emblem of long-slumbering strength,
That, like a giant, waked, at length,
To sleep no more!
Thou'rt welcome, as before:
Calm emblem of long-slumbering strength,
That, like a giant, waked, at length,
To sleep no more!
Evil lives long, Old Caxton!
Long, too, live sky and sea;
And Truth's worst foes as well might try
To tame and fetter sea and sky,
As conquer thee.
Long, too, live sky and sea;
And Truth's worst foes as well might try
To tame and fetter sea and sky,
As conquer thee.
Yet since we last beheld thee,
Five years of shame have past;
And still the toil-worn millions groan,
And traitors still call ours their own,
And grasp it fast.
Five years of shame have past;
And still the toil-worn millions groan,
And traitors still call ours their own,
And grasp it fast.
This is not well, Old Caxton!
Yet still in truth we trust;
If rocks are worn by sea and sky,
The Press may Freedom's foes defy;
They are but dust.
Yet still in truth we trust;
If rocks are worn by sea and sky,
The Press may Freedom's foes defy;
They are but dust.
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Thou noblest apparition
That mortal eye hath seen,
Since Power went down to Death's dark shore!
Could fitter symbol stand before
A British Queen?
That mortal eye hath seen,
Since Power went down to Death's dark shore!
Could fitter symbol stand before
A British Queen?
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