 I love my own country and race, Nor lightly I fled from them both, Yet who would remain in a place Where there's too many spoons for the broth ? The squire's preserving his game. He says that God gave it to him, And he'll banish the poor without shame,...  The Emigrant: And Other Poems - Page 27by Alexander McLachlan - 1861 - 236 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Alexander McLachlan - Blind tooled bindings - 1861 - 262 pages
...deep, " As a sea god fast asleep," Some would hang around the deck Telling tales of storm and wreck, Others through the smile and tear, Talked of the land...shame, For touching a feather or limb. The Justice lie feels very big, And boasts what the law can secure, But has two different laws in his wig, Which... | |
 | Chaim David Mazoff - Literary Criticism - 1998 - 192 pages
...place, McLachlan presents his emigrants as pure because poor, innocent victims of a corrupt society: "Old England is eaten by knaves, Yet her heart is...Justice he feels very big, And boasts what the law can secure, But has two different laws in his wig, Which he keeps for the rich and the poor. (II. ^.47-62)... | |
 | Roxanne Rimstead - Literary Criticism - 2001 - 364 pages
...Emigrant' explicitly directs its social critique back to the Old Country rather than ahead to the new, 'I love my own country and race, / Nor lightly I fled...place / Where there's too many spoons for the broth' (8). Northrop Frye, Canada's most eminent literary critic, had no compunction about locating the 'tough... | |
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