Eliza Cook

(24 December 1818 – 23 September 1889 / London Road / Southwark / England)


  • '''Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can,
    That's birthed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."''
    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?''
    Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Oh! Dear to Memory.
  • ''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.''
    Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Nature's Gentleman, st. 1.
  • ''Who would not rather trust and be deceived?''
    Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Love On.
  • ''Though language forms the preacher,
    'Tis "good works" make the man.''
    Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Good Works.
  • ''Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
    When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!''
    Eliza Cook (1818-1889), British poet. Old Dobbin, st. 16.
  • ''I love it, I love it; and who shall dare
    To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?''
    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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The Quiet Eye

THE ORB I like is not the one
That dazzles with its lightning gleam;
That dares to look upon the sun,
As though it challenged brighter beam.
That orb may sparkle, flash, and roll;
Its fire may blaze, its shaft may fly;
But not for me: I prize the soul
That slumbers in a quiet eye.

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