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Northern Star and Leeds General Advertiser

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Northern Star and Leeds General Advertiser

Poetry

... Bit the great heart of the elect of God, Speaks one sad word amid the tongue-bred i strife. ,.Bide here, and die upon the low earth's sod, l or hope to sEs, in this thy span of life. A. . L. SPEAK BOLDLY: Speak boldly, Freeman ! while to-day i The strife ...

Poetry

... the great heart of the elect of God, ti Speaks one sad word amid the tongue-bredl a strife. Bide here, and die upon the low earth's sod, Nor hope to iue, in this thy span of life. g A.LI.L. h SPEAK BOLDLY: iI Speak boldly, Freeman ! while to-day it The ...

Poetry

... - TUIE PRESS. A million tongues are thine, and they are heard Speaking of hope to nations, in the prime Of Freedom's day, to hasten on the time ,When the wide world of spirit shall be stirred With higher aims than now-when man shall call Bach man his ...

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... Poland, Burope's brightest gem, defaced! Does povoerof kings, in plunderonly shine, To tell the world theyreiga bylaws divine? Speak out eaok page, istoric t wet vorld, And let the Uar est page be nowv unftirled i wipe offthe the IefiljeW spots,' and let there ...

Poetry

... Europe's brightest gem, defaced! Does power of kings, in plunder only shine, To tell the world they reign by laws divinee Speak out each page, historic of the world, And let the darkest page be now unfurled; Wipe off the the mildew spots, and let there ...

Poetry

... Both high and low it elifoldeth ; Through it the souls of our fathers breathe, And the true heart fast it holdeth. Our hearts speak only our mother-tongue, They know no foreign translation 'Tis it alone, whether written or sung, Which from sleep can rouse ...

Poetry

... VAaBDELL. The ashes of the smouldering oak To men nio history tell, of how, in by-gone years, it grew, Luxuriant and well. They speak not of the summer breeze, rbat through its branches stray'd, When lowing herds and fleecy focks Reclined beneath its shade ...

Poetry

... Both high and low it enfoldeth ; Through it the souls of our fathers breathe, And the true heart fast it holdeth. Our hearts speak only our mother-tongue, They know no foreign translation; 'Tis it alone, whether written or sung, Which from sleep can rouse ...

Poetry

... tyrants insanity, Too long our weakness been strength to our spoilers. For freedom and right, gallant hearts wrestle ever, And speak ye to others, the proud words that won ye, Your rights conruer'd once shall bi wrung from ye 0! battle on bravely, the world's ...

Poetry

... tyrants ineanity, Too long our weakness been strength to our spoilers. For freedom and right, gallant hearts wrestle ever, And speak ye to others, the proud words that won ye, Your rights eonquerd once shall be wrung from ye never, 01 -battle on bravely,the ...

Poetry

... And his wife was left behind him forlorn, But his country he never disowned. It was treason against the Crown and State, To speak of the wrongs we endure, To pity the victims of SaXOn hate, And to plead the cause of the poor. It was treason to cry unite ...

Poetry

... And hig wife was left behind h~im forlorn, Bat his country helnever disbwned. It was treason against the Crown and State, To speak of the wrongs we endure, To'pity the victims of Saxon hate, And to plead the cause of the poor. It was treason to cry unite ...