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Home
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Eliza Cook
English
Poet
About the author
Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man.
Eliza Cook,
English
Poet
#Man
#Language
Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down?
Eliza Cook,
English
Poet
#Cynic
Who would not rather trust and be deceived?
Eliza Cook,
English
Poet
#Trust
There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.
Eliza Cook,
English
Poet
#Heart
#Home
#May
#Land
#Footsteps
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
Eliza Cook,
English
Poet
#Heart
#Old
#Memory