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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CORN-LAW HYMN, by EBENEZER ELLIOTT Poet's Biography First Line: Lord, call thy pallid angel Last Line: A sea, a sea of men! Alternate Author Name(s): Corn-law Rhymer; Elliot, Ebenezer Subject(s): Corn Laws (great Britain); Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers | |||
Lord! call thy pallid angel, The tamer of the strong! And bid him whip with want and woe The champions of the wrong! O, say not thou to ruin's flood, "Up, sluggard! why so slow?" But alone, let them groan, The lowest of the low; And basely beg the bread they curse, Where millions curse them now! No; wake not thou the giant Who drinks hot blood for wine; And shouts unto the east and west, In thunder-tones like thine; Till the slow to move rush all at once, An avalanche of men, While he raves over waves That need no whirlwind then; Though slow to move, moved all at once, A sea, a sea of men! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV A POET'S EPITAPH by EBENEZER ELLIOTT |
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