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Eliza Cook
Better build schoolrooms...
Better build schoolrooms for the boy,
Than cells and gibbets for the man.
I love it,...
I love it, I love it; and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?
Though language forms...
Though language forms the preacher,
'Tis good works make the man.
Source: Good...
Whom do we...
Whom do we dub as Gentleman?
The Knave, the fool, the brute --
If they but own full tithe of gold,
and Wear a...
Why should we...
Why should we strive, with cynic frown,
To knock their fairy castles down?
Better build schoolrooms...
Better build schoolrooms for the boy,
Than cells and gibbets for the man.
I love it,...
I love it, I love it; and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?
Though language forms...
Though language forms the preacher,
'Tis good works make the man.
Source: Good...
Whom do we...
Whom do we dub as Gentleman?
The Knave, the fool, the brute --
If they but own full tithe of gold,
and Wear a...
Why should we...
Why should we strive, with cynic frown,
To knock their fairy castles down?