Eliza Cook Poems
- Song Of The Worm THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble ...
- The Old Arm-Chair I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare ...
- 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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Song Of The Worm
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain
In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ;
The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong,
With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong.
The tower of ages in fragments is laid,
Moss grows on the stones, and I lurk in its shade ;
And the hand of the giant and heart of the brave
Must turn weak and submit to the worm and the grave.
Daughters of earth, if I happen to meet
Your bloom-plucking fingers and sod-treading feet--
Oh ! turn not away with the shriek of disgust
From the thing you ...