Ebenezer Elliott Poems
|1.||The Tree Of Rivelin||3/18/2012|
|2.||To The Bramble Flower||4/22/2010|
|4.||Rural Rambles - The Village||4/22/2010|
|5.||Steam In The Desert||4/22/2010|
|7.||The People's Anthem||4/22/2010|
|9.||A Poet's Epitaph||4/22/2010|
|10.||In These Days . . .||4/22/2010|
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In These Days . . .
In these days, every mother's son or daughter
Writes verse, which no one reads except the writer,
Although, uninked, the paper would be whiter,
And worth, per ream, a hare, when you have caught her.
Hundreds of unstaunched Shelleys daily water
Unanswering dust; a thousand Wordsworths scribble;
And twice a thousand Corn Law Rhymers dribble
Rhymed prose, unread. Hymners of fraud and slaughter,
By cant called other names, alone find buyers -
Who buy, but read not. 'What a loss in paper,'
Groans each immortal of the host of sighers!
'What profanation of the ...