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    Rebel Verses
    Rebel Verses
    Rebel Verses
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    Rebel Verses

    By Bernard Gilbert

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    This book of verse was published just after the end of the Great War. It is titled Rebel Verses because it is not written in 'King's English' but in the vernacular dialect of Lincolnshire. The poems are also often angry and questioning as in the poem entitled 'There Aint No God'. Here in these poems are all the sentiments, moods, and lives of the Lincolnshire people.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateApr 25, 2021
    ISBN4064066141707
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      Book preview

      Rebel Verses - Bernard Gilbert

      Bernard Gilbert

      Rebel Verses

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066141707

      Table of Contents

      The Rebel

      Song of Revolt

      There Aint no God

      'The Night is Dark'

      Return

      Nietzsche

      Sacrament

      Fightin' Tomlinson

      The Labourers' Hymn

      Oliver Cromwell

      Anywhere but Here

      The East Wind

      Peter Wray

      Oh Fools

      Elfin Dancer

      A. G. Webster

      Oh, to be Home

      Give Soldiers a Vote?

      Alone

      Flesh of our Flesh

      This Town is Hell

      Timberland Bells

      'Dame Peach'

      Friends

      Charing Cross—1916

      Love not too much

      Niccolo Machiavelli

      Remorse

      The Mandrake's Horrid Scream

      One Day

      No Wife

      To an old Friend

      Is it Finished?

      Oh, Lincoln, City of my dreams

      The Fool

      The Rebel

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      I live in music, in poetry, and in the life reflective.

      I seek intellectual boldness in man, I worship mental swiftness in women.

      I have no love for lawyers, priests, schoolmasters, or any dogmatic men.

      I am with poor against rich, labour against employer, women against men; I fight beside all strikers, mutineers, and rebels.

      I welcome foes; I desire criticism.

      I loathe prejudice, either social or national; I repudiate all claims.

      I demand freedom of action and leisure for reflection.

      Facing Death, I would say: 'I have tasted all, tried all, dared all, suffered all, and I repent nothing.'

      Song of Revolt

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      Crowns are ashake,

      The princes and the Kings are bending low,

      And, round the world,

      Before the blast of Freedom, thrones are hurled:

      The People are awake!

      Over the Ark of Tyranny

      The red flag flaunts abroad for all to see!

      Whilst to the roll of drums

      Swelling triumphantly, the glad cry comes:

      The People shall be free!

      In dungeons, men, long-bound for freedom's sake,

      Forgotten of God, deep-frozen by despair,

      Hear with surprise that clangorous fanfare:

      The People are awake!

      Our fathers heard the call,

      When Liberty from her bonds like the angry sea,

      Pouring mightily forth, slew tyranny,

      And singing the Marseillaise, bade crowns to fall,

      That all men should be free!

      Men shall be slaves no more!

      From sea to sea

      That Word of hope unspeakable succour brings;

      The day dawneth when there are no more Kings:

      And the People, the People shall be free!

      There Aint no God

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      There aint no God!

      Coz if there were—

      My boy what's under foreign sod

      Would be alive, and here:

      Instead of which young

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