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" How long,' they say, ' how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world, on a child's heart,— \ Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward, O gold-heaper, And... "
Readings in Civil Sociology - Page 115
edited by - 1926 - 398 pages
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 54

1843 - 832 pages
...— Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly — Let them weep — let them weep ! They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see ; For you think you see their angels in their places, With eyes meant for Deily. " How long," they say, "...
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The Methodist Quarterly Review

1846 - 670 pages
...tenderly pathetic is this : — " How long," they say, " how long, 0 cruel nation, Will you .'.ii'll-I. to move the world, on a child's heart, — Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upwards, O our tyrants, And your...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54

1843 - 1380 pages
...— Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly — Let them weep — let them weep ! They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see ; For you think you see their angels in their places, With eyes meant for Deity. " How long," they say, "...
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The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 2

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - 290 pages
...the pang without the palm, — /Are worn, as if with age, yet unretrievingly / / : f^ They look up, with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see, For you think you see their angels in their places, With eyes meant for Deity ; — " How long," they say,...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...memory keep, Are orphans uf the earthly love and heavenly, Let them weep, let them weep ! They look up, with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see ; For you think you see their angels in their place*, With eyes meant for Deity. " How long," they say, "how...
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Southern Quarterly Review, Volume 7

Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1845 - 562 pages
...keep, — Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly ; Let them weep! let them weep ! "They look up, with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see ; 22 VOL. vn. — MO. 14. For you think you see their angels in their places, With eyes meant for Deity...
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Methodist Magazine and Quarterly Review, Volume 6; Volume 28

1846 - 668 pages
...miseries of his " little children." How terribly powerful and yet how tenderly pathetic is this : — How long," they say, " how long, O cruel nation, Will...— Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Out blood splashes upwards, O our tyrants, And your...
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The Methodist Quarterly Review, Volume 28

1846 - 668 pages
...terribly powerful and yet how tenderly pathetic is this : — ' " How long," they say, " how long, 0 cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world, on...— Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upwards, O our tyrants, And your...
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Solitude and Society: With Other Poems

John Rogers Bolles - 1846 - 144 pages
...proper subject of inquiry. NOTE 6 — page 44. The car of wealth rolls o'er the breast of infancy " How long (they say) how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand to move the world upon a child's heart — Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...memory keep, Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly, Let them weep, let them weep ! They look up, with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see ; For you think you see their angels in their places, With eyes meant for Deity. " How long," they say, "how...
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