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banners Barbaroux bear beneath blood brave brow burning chains Chartist crown dare dark dear death deeds deep dream earth England eyes fair fame fathers fear fetters fire Freedom gates of morn Gerald Massey glorious glory God save Ireland grave Green hand happy Land hath hear heard heart heaven heroes holy hope human Independence day Irish Irish Volunteers Kings of Gold knaves labour Liberty Liberty light live look Lord man's mighty nations never night o'er patriot poems poet poor puir Purgatory of Suicides rich ROBERT BARNABAS BROUGH Roden Noel round Samian wine scorn shame shine shore shout sires slaves smile song sorrow soul spirit stand steaming shower sword tears thee There's thine thou thought throne Tis coming toil TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE true truth Twas tyranny tyrant voice VULGAR DECLAMATION waves wear wrong
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Page 194 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Page 41 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Page 4 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
Page 201 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Page 39 - And thy sad floor an altar, — for 't was trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 42 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells : In native swords and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad. !$•' Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade...
Page 43 - Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying. The loudest still the tempest leaves behind...
Page 5 - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
Page 41 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Page 19 - When France in wrath her giant-limbs upreared, And with that oath, which smote air, earth, and sea, Stamped her strong foot and said she would be free, Bear witness for me, how I hoped and feared!