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'''Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can,
That's birthed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."''
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Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. "An Englishman."
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''Why should we strive, with cynic frown,
To knock their fairy castles down?''
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Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Oh! Dear to Memory.
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''Whom do we dub as Gentleman? The
Knave, the fool, the brute—
If they but own full tithe of gold, and
Wear a courtly suit.''
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Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Nature's Gentleman, st. 1.
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''Who would not rather trust and be deceived?''
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Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Love On.
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''Though language forms the preacher,
'Tis "good works" make the man.''
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Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Good Works.
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''Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!''
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Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Old Dobbin, st. 16.
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''I love it, I love it; and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?''
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Eliza Cook (1818-1889), U.S. poet. The Old Arm-Chair (l. 1-2). . .
Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.
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