A little stream had lost its way Amid the grass and fern; A passing stranger scooped a well, Where weary men might turn;…
Charles Mackay (27 March 1814 – 24 December 1889) was a Scottish poet, journalist, and song writer. He was born in Perth, Scotland. His mother died shortly after his birth and his father was by turns a naval officer and a foot soldier. He was educated at the Caledonian Asylum, London, and at Brussels, but spent much of his early life in France. Coming to London in 1834, he engaged in journalism, working for the Morning Chronicle from 1835–1844 and then became Editor of The Glasgow Argus. He moved to the Illustrated London News in 1848 becoming Editor in 1852. He published Songs and Poems (1834), wrote a History of London, Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds (1841), and a romance, Longbeard. He is also remembered for his Dictionary of Lowland Scotch. During his lifetime, his fame chiefly rested upon his songs, some of which, including Cheer, Boys, Cheer, were in 1846 set to music by Henry Russell, and had an astonishing popularity. Mackay first visited and published his observations about America as Life and Liberty in America: or Sketches of a Tour of the United States and Canada in 1857-58 (1859). He returned to act as Times correspondent during the American Civil War, and in that capacity discovered and disclosed the Fenian conspiracy. He had the degree of LL.D. from the University of Glasgow in 1846. He was a member of the Percy Society. He died in London. His daughter became known as the novelist Marie Corelli. This article incorporates public domain text from : Cousin, John William (1910). A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature. London, J. M. Dent & Sons; New York, E. P. Dutton.)
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BEAUTIFUL Paris! morning star of nations! The Lucifer of cities, lifting high The beacon blaze of young democracy! Medina and Gomorrha both in one…
Earth heard the loud, the solemn sound, And started from her utmost bound, And Darkness, on his ebon car, Spread his black wings, and fled afar;…
Stay with me, Poesy! playmate of childhood! Friend of my manhood! delight of my youth! Roamer with me over valley and wildwood, Searching for loveliness, groping for Truth.…
The morn gets up with a sparkling eye, And a cheek like a hawthorn berry, And sendeth her herald to the sky, To twitter his song so merry:…
We come! We come! To soften the strokes of fate. And lead the wanderer back in dreams To his woodland cot, and his native streams,…
Cleon hath a million acres, Ne'er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace, In a cottage I;…
I knew thee in the sunny hour, When Fortune shed her brightest beam, And thought, should e'er the tempest lower, Thy love would wither like a dream.…
COOL breeze of summer's eve, 'Mid leafy branches playing, Oh hasten to her bower, And chide my love for staying:…
Wail! Wail! For a sub hath set. Which no returning morrow Shall ever call…
Here lieth one who had no soul What matters it, I pray, If he possessed more truth than those Who boast of reason's ray?
The man is thought a knave, or fool. Or bigot, plotting crime, Who, for the advancement of his kind. Is wiser than his time.…
'Tis sweet at morn among the corn, When air and earth are jolly, But sweeter far, at evening's star, Among the woods of holly.…
Strew roses on the way, And think no more of grief, Short is the passing day, Short-lived the summer leaf;…
When tke sentinel mastiff keepeth guard, And all is dark in the farmer's yard, Ere the early cock hath begun to crow, Abroad with the owl and the bat we go:…
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