PoemsGeorge King, 1827 - 123 strán (strany) |
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Strana 17
... bosom boil To see the negro's murd'rous toil , And slavery's horrid cruelty ? Is there a man of such a mind , Could see the sons of human kind In slav'ry's iron grasp confined , And mock at all their misery ? Is there a man who could ...
... bosom boil To see the negro's murd'rous toil , And slavery's horrid cruelty ? Is there a man of such a mind , Could see the sons of human kind In slav'ry's iron grasp confined , And mock at all their misery ? Is there a man who could ...
Strana 21
... bosom boil To see the negro's murd'rous toil , And slavery's horrid cruelty ? Is there a man of such a mind , Could see the sons of human kind In slav'ry's iron grasp confined , And mock at all their misery ? Is there a man who could ...
... bosom boil To see the negro's murd'rous toil , And slavery's horrid cruelty ? Is there a man of such a mind , Could see the sons of human kind In slav'ry's iron grasp confined , And mock at all their misery ? Is there a man who could ...
Strana 25
... bosom boil To see the negro's murd'rous toil , And slavery's horrid cruelty ? Is there a man of such a mind , Could see the sons of human kind In slav'ry's iron grasp confined , And mock at all their misery ? Is there a man who could ...
... bosom boil To see the negro's murd'rous toil , And slavery's horrid cruelty ? Is there a man of such a mind , Could see the sons of human kind In slav'ry's iron grasp confined , And mock at all their misery ? Is there a man who could ...
Strana 38
... bosom spring , That would inspire the dullest soul to sing ! Although till now my muse I have kept in , ' Twas diffidence that did her lays restrain . Then let not , Sir , offence with this be join'd , For ' tis the offering of a ...
... bosom spring , That would inspire the dullest soul to sing ! Although till now my muse I have kept in , ' Twas diffidence that did her lays restrain . Then let not , Sir , offence with this be join'd , For ' tis the offering of a ...
Strana 41
... feel an ardour in my bosom glow , Which my poor pen cannot describe on paper . Your name , Sir , will unto my heart be dear , While generosity can wake my strains of praise FRAGMENT . UPON the Dee banks I walk lonely and POEMS . 41.
... feel an ardour in my bosom glow , Which my poor pen cannot describe on paper . Your name , Sir , will unto my heart be dear , While generosity can wake my strains of praise FRAGMENT . UPON the Dee banks I walk lonely and POEMS . 41.
Časté výrazy a frázy
æther ALEXANDER CROMBIE Alonza Anna the fair bliss blood blood of heroes bosom braes breast burning zone canna charming Clooty cou'd dear dearest Death Doctor dread dreary eyes fame fear feel final doom fix'd force a groan frae gold gone grave grief Haddo House hand unite hapless happy HARE hear heart Heaven horrid Horror human gore husband ither land leave leuk live lonely Lord Lucia maid maukins Methlic mind misery misery's moment's pleasure mongst mourn Nature's negro negro world never nightly crying o'er OLD ROBERT GRAY owls are nightly Pharaoh pity press'd river Ythan roam scarce scene shines shore sing Slavery slavery's smile SONG sorrow soul spread sure sweet sweet day sweetly thee Twas tyrants unfeeling Unto wave weel whyles Wild over Julia wing'd woes wretch young youth Ythan Ythan's banks
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