The Story of Old HalifaxF. King & sons Limited, 1920 - 286 páginas |
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Página 243 - THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others,...
Página 243 - For all day, the wheels are droning, turning; Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places: Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling, Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day, the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels,' (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop!
Página 104 - Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent; Till Skiddaw saw the fire that burned on Gaunt's embattled pile, And the red glare on Skiddaw roused the burghers of Carlisle.
Página 259 - After a time he looked up and said, ' There are thousands of houses in England at this moment where wives, mothers, and children are dying of hunger. Now,' he said, ' when the first paroxysm of your grief is past, I would advise you to come with me and we will never rest till the Corn Law is repealed.
Página 25 - is my warrant. By the sword our fathers won their lands when they came over with the Conqueror, and by the sword we will keep them.
Página 105 - And in the time of that rebellion, were not all men of all states that made profession of the gospel, most ready to offer their lives for your defence ? Insomuch, that one poor parish in Yorkshire, which by continual preaching had been better instructed than the rest (Halifax I mean) was ready to bring three or four thousand able men into the field to serve you against the said rebels.
Página 174 - And I wish it may not lie upon this Nation a day longer than you have an opportunity to give a remedy ; and I hope I shall cheerfully join with you in it. This hath been a great grief to many honest hearts and conscientious people ; and I hope it is in all your hearts to rectify it. I have little more to say to you, being very weary ; and I know you are so
Página 98 - He was made a Knight of the Bath at the coronation of queen Anne Bullen, and he closed a life which appears to have been eminently prosperous, in the reign of Philip and Mary.
Página 243 - we are weary, And we cannot run or leap; If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark, underground; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
Página 255 - At the great Chartist meeting at Peep Green on Whit Monday, 1839, 'the proceedings opened with prayer by Mr. William Thornton, at the close of which Feargus O'Connor put his hand on his shoulder and said, " Well done, Thornton, when we get the People's Charter I will see that you are made the Archbishop of York.