Wiltshire Independent, Thursday, 3 January 1850
Shrewsbury Chronicle, Friday, 4 January 1850
Elgin Courant, and Morayshire Advertiser, Friday, 11 January 1850

Ebenezer Elliott

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We have had handed to us, by the kindness of a friend, the last utterance of poor Ebenezer Elliott’s extinguished muse.

The two stanzas derive, as will be seen, there chief interest from that fact There not on them the of the strong hand that wrote the dictation of the passionate yet wise.

The, bear date ‘Nov 23, 1849,’-when the lamp was already burning dim. ‘Desire’ had almost ‘fail’—end – the daughters of music were already ‘ brought low.’ He had marked them as a song —to be sung to the tune of  ‘Tis time this heart should be unmoved.’ Here they are:

Thy notes, sweet Robin, soft as dew,
Heard soon or late ere dear to me:
To music I could bid adieu—
But not to thee.

When from my heart earth’s life full throng
Shall pass away, more to be,
O Autumn’s primrose, Robin’s song,
Return to me!

Eight days later the primrose was scentless, and the robin silent for him – ‘My father law suffered much,’ writes the husband of the Corn Law Rhymer’s daughter, ‘ till within the last few hours, when when he became insensible, and slept like an infant.

The poet lies buried in Darfield churchyard – which will be a place of pilgrimage to many hearts: we spoke to the sympathies of his class with a powerful tongue.

Athenauem

Link to Wikipedia:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ebenezer_Elliott