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How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When memory plays an old tune on the heart!
The bright slime that cunning reptiles spread To catch their prey.
Better build schoolrooms for "the boy"
Than cells and gibbets for "the man."
Birds! birds! ye are beautiful things,
With your earth-treading feet and your cloud-cleaving wings!
Long as I've trod the world, I've found
Naught half so worthy as my hound...
The citron or spicy grove for me would never yield A perfume half so grateful as the lilies of the field.
I love it, I love it, and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?
That charity which longs to publish itself ceases to be charity.
I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still
The deepest impressed on my heart.
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In the end we are all sacked and it's always awful. It is as inevitable as death following life. If you are elevated there comes a day when you are demoted. Even Prime Ministers.
December 24, 1818
September 23, 1889
Eliza Cook was an English author and poet associated with the Chartist movement. She was a proponent of political freedom for women, and believed in the ideology of self-improvement through education, something she called "levelling up.
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