Lord Alfred Tennyson

Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
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Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
And individual freedom mute,
. . . .
Then waft me from the harbour's mouth,
Wild wind, I seek a warmer sky.

A savior of the silver-coasted isle.

A savior of the silver-coasted isle.

Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the read more

Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden wall.

I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills read more

I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.