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Title: The Baron's Yule Feast: A Christmas Rhyme

Author: Thomas Cooper

Release Date: August 18, 2009 [EBook #29722]

Language: English

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The

Baron's Yule Feast.

LONDON:
Printed by A. SPOTTISWOODE,
New-Street-Square.

The
Baron's Yule Feast:
A
Christmas-Rhyme.

By
Thomas Cooper,
The Chartist.

London
JEREMIAH HOW

209 Picadilley
1846

TO

THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON.

Lady, receive a tributary lay
From one who cringeth not to titled state
Conventional, and lacketh will to prate
Of comeliness--though thine, to which did pay
The haughty Childe his tuneful homage, may
No minstrel deem a harp-theme derogate.
I reckon thee among the truly great
And fair, because with genius thou dost sway
The thought of thousands, while thy noble heart
With pity glows for Suffering, and with zeal
Cordial relief and solace to impart.
Thou didst, while I rehearsed Toil's wrongs, reveal
Such yearnings! Plead! let England hear thee plead
With eloquent tongue,--that Toil from wrong be freed!

ADVERTISEMENT.

Several pieces in the following Rhyme were written many years ago, and
will be recognised by my early friends. They were the fruit of
impressions derived from the local associations of boyhood, (of which,
the reader, if inclined, may learn more in the notes,) and of an
admiration created by the exquisite beauty and simplicity of Coleridge's
'Christabel,'--which I had by heart, and used to repeat to Thomas
Miller, my playmate and companion from infancy, during many a delightful
'Day in the Woods,' and pleasing ramble on the hills and in the woods
above Gainsborough, and along the banks of Trent.

I offer but one apology for the production