Eliza Cook Poems
- The Old Arm-Chair I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare ...
- Song Of The Worm THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble ...
- The Sea-Child HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink ...
- Don'T Tell The World That You'...
- The Quiet Eye THE ORB I like is not the one That dazzles ...
- Buttercups And Daisies I never see a young hand hold The ...
- Grey-Eyed Mabel I gazed on orbs of flashing black; I met ...
Eliza Cook was an English author, Chartist poet and writer born in London Road, Southwark
She was the daughter of a local tradesman. She attended the local Sunday Schools and was encouraged by the son of the music master to produce her first volume of poetry. From this she took confidence and in 1837 began to offer verse to the radical Weekly Dispatch, then edited by William Johnson Fox. She was a staple of its pages for the next ten years. She also offered material to The Literary Gazette, Metropolitan Magazine and New Monthly.
Her work for the Dispatch and New Monthly was later pirated by George Julian Harney, the Chartist, for ... more »
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The Old Arm-Chair
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ?
I've treasured it long as a sainted prize ;
I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs.
' Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart ;
Not a tie will break, not a link will start.
Would ye learn the spell ? -- a mother sat there ;
And a sacred thing is that old Arm-chair.
In Childhood's hour I lingered near
The hallowed seat with listening ear ;
And gentle words that mother would give ;
To fit me to die, and teach me to live.
She told me ...