On The Abolition Of The African Slave-Trade (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
WHAT blest design in Albion's Council moves,Which earth with pleasure views, and heav'n approves?'Tis a design humanely just and kind,Worthy ...
WHAT blest design in Albion's Council moves,Which earth with pleasure views, and heav'n approves?'Tis a design humanely just and kind,Worthy ...
HAIL! Melancholy! sable queen,With aspect awfully serene;Of silent Solitude the birth,Foe to giddy senseless Mirth;With raven plumes thy brows are ...
WHAT angel forms, attired in robes of light,Pour their effulgence on my raptur'd sight?Th' ethereal VIRTUES! lo! the radiant band!Appal'd, ...
AND THE DEATH OF LORD NELSON. HIGH on a rock, whose craggy browO'erlooks the subject main below,Her throne Britannia rears;And ...
O! where, thou friend of mortals, say,Dost thou thy placid charms display?Thou with Innocence art join'd,Empress of the spotless mind.Thy ...
NYMPH of the joy-diffusing smile,The soft, endearing mien;Whose looks the heaviest grief beguile,And chear the gloomiest scene;May ev'ry Muse her ...
DAUGHTER of Innocence! descend,Thou stranger to repining Care;Whose breast no furious passions rend,Let human hearts thy influence share:Why wilt thou ...
O thou! advance, whose heav'nly lightCan make each scene of sadness please;On future bliss can fix the sight,And anguish change ...
JANUARY 18 , 1816. BEFORE thine Altar, God of Peace,Thy grateful people bend:Thou bid'st again fell carnage cease,And War's dread ...
WHEN Heav'n the soul requires, not florid youth,Nor Nature's gilts, by Art improv'd, can save;Yon awful knell proclaims the solemn ...
WHAT means, alas! that sudden burst of tears?Oh Death! no common victim dost thou crave;No vulgar spirit mounts th' ethereal ...
HARK! where Joy's triumphant throngArdent pour the grateful song,To Heav'n's Almighty Lord!He view'd in scorn th' insulting host,Who madly threaten'd ...
ON Albion's favour'd shores againWhat shouts of conquest strike the ear!Victorious on the watry plain,Her warlike sons appear.Let France, in ...
SLOW to the silent mansions of the dead,Yon train in sad funereal pomp draws near;That solemn knell proclaims a spirit ...
GREAT Pope! was ever verse compar'd with thine?Did ever genius so conspicuous shine?In ev'ry page sublime, throughout the wholeThou hast ...
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