9 ordspråk av Eliza Cook
Eliza Cook
 How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart |
| There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam. |
| Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man. |
| Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down? |
 Bygg hellre skolor åt gossen än celler och galgar åt mannen. |
| I love it, I love it; and who shall dare / To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? |
| Better build schoolrooms for "the boy,"/ Than cells and gibbets for "the man." |
| The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture ought below, Is ever first to quail and start From the slightest pain or equal foe. |
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