A Poem On The Inhumanity Of The Slave-Trade (Ann Yearsley Poems)
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
1840-1861 Thrice fortunate heWho, in the palace born, has early learn'd The lore of sweet simplicity:From smiling ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
ISword in length a reaping-hook amainHarald sheared his field, blood up to shank:'Mid the swathes of slain,First at moonrise drank.IIThereof ...
Ye are the Great White People, masters and lords of the earth,Spreading your stern dominion over the world's wide girth.Here, ...
When Leonardo was a lad there was a certain setWho snubbed him most outrageously - in fact, they snub him ...
Can it be I -- this Hindenburg, deferring To demagogues, catch phrases, lucky charmsAnd all this mummery about me stirring? ...
IThe illimitable leaping of the sea,The mouthing of his madness to the moon,The seething of his endless sorcery,His prophecy no ...
AND now she walks on out turned feet Beside the litter in the street Or rolls beneath a dirty sheet ...
SHRIEKS out of smoke, a flame of dung-straw fireThat is not quenched but hath for only fruitWhat writhes and dies ...
Fervent prayer in the temple a woman mouthing her petition to God watched by a judging priest; but not for ...
Bass player back of the room middle of the set Mouthing a message to me "Nice Tie" 'till I got ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain. Watch out for hate, ...
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees ...
Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain. Watch out for hate, ...
"the withness of the body" --Whitehead The heavy bear who goes with me, A manifold honey to smear his face, ...
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