Ebenezer Elliott Quotes

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Not kings and lords, but nations!
Not thrones and crowns, but men!

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Life is short, and time is swift;
Roses fade, and shadows shift.

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When wilt thou save the people?
Oh, God of Mercy! when?
The people, Lord, the people!
Not thrones and crowns, but men!

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The meanest thing to which we bid adieu,
Loses its meanness in the parting hour.

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What is a communist? One who hath yearnings
For equal division of unequal earnings.

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Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows, Wild Brambles of the brake! So put thou forth thy small white rose; I love it for his sake.

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The quivering flesh, though torture-torn, may live, but souls, once deeply wounded, heal no more.

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Almighty Father! let thy lowly child,
Strong in his love of truth, be wisely bold,--
A patriot bard, by sycophants reviled.
Let him live usefully, and not die old!

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Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry, As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.

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Stern fate and time Will have their victims; and the best die first, Leaving the bad still strong, though past their prime, To curse the hopeless world they ever curs'd Vaunting vile deeds, and vainest of the worst.

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Sleep, to the homeless thou art home; the friendless find in thee a friend

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The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.

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God said,--"Let there be light!"
Grim darkness felt His might,
And fled away;
Then startled seas and mountains cold
Shone forth, all bright in blue and gold,
And cried--"'Tis day! 'tis day!"
"Hail, holy light!" exclaim'd
The thunderous cloud that flam'd
O'er daisies white;
And lo! the rose, in crimson dress'd,
Lean'd sweetly on the lily's breast;
And blushing murmur'd--Light!

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The Vicar's house is smother'd in its roses, His garden glows with dahlias large and new.

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Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.

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