A Poem On The African Slave Trade. Addressed To Her Own Sex. Part I (Mary Birkett Card Poems)
OPPRESSION! thou, whose hard and cruel chain,Entails on all thy victims woe and pain;Who gives with tyrant force and scorpion ...
OPPRESSION! thou, whose hard and cruel chain,Entails on all thy victims woe and pain;Who gives with tyrant force and scorpion ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
_On the Death of Master Frederic Thomson_.1810. --------In the first dawn of youth I much admireThe lively boy of ruddy countenance,Strong-built, ...
I hail and bless thy presence, month most dearIn the round cycle of the rolling year;Thy grave, sweet aspect, silent ...
Beneath thy Midas touch life's sullen graysAre thrilled to sudden gold; as some far gleamFrom wings of Helios athwart thy ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
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