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Kove prowls abroad the ghastly fiend Feci . Suigide ^— whom Phrensy bore j His brows with writhing serpents twin'd , His mantle steept in human gore . The livid flames around his eye-balls play , Stern Horror stalks before , and Death pursues his way * Hark ! is not that the fatal stroke ?— - See where the bleeding victim lies ! The bonds of social feeling broke , Dismay ed the frantic spirit flies , . , . Creation starts , and shrinking Nature yiews , AppalFd , the blow which Heav ' n ' s first rights subdues Behold the weight of vyq es combined - A Woman has the pow r to scorn y The infant race to shame consigned , A name disgrac ed , a fortune torn , She fleets resplv'd , and combatingdespair , Supports alone the ills a coward durst not share-On Languor , Luxury and Pride , The su btle nend employs his spell ; Where selfish , sordid passions bide ; Where weak impatient spirits dwell ; Where thought oppressive from itself would fly , And seek relief from time in dark eternity * Far from the scenes of guilty death My wearied spirit seeks to rest , — - Why sudden stops my struggling breatjx ? Why throbs so strong my aching breast ? Hark I sounds of horror sweep the troubled glade , Far on a whirlwind borne , the fatal Month is fled . I watch'd hi * flight , and saw him bear To Saturn ' s orb the sullen band ; There Winter chills the ling ' ring year , And gloom eternal shades the land : On a lone rock , far in a stormy main , In cheerless prison pent , I heard the ghosts complain-Some pow ' r unseen denies my rerse The hallow'd veil of fate to rend : Now sudden blasts the sounds disperse , And FancyVinspirations end : While rushing winds in wild discordance jar , And Winter calls the storms around his icy car .
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¦ / ¦ Poetry .--The Progress of ' November . —Sonnet . 637
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Some tfien there are , of base and barveii clay , , EnatnourM of the rfiaiiis of slavery : They bow their necks , and bend their
Such men are honour ^ hy the insects vile That buzz about a palace ; smell receive Honours and wealth , 9-n& all that kings
supple knee o tyrants , meaner , baser e ^ en than they : ( If meaner , baser , earthly thing can be : ) And while they bask in fortune ' s courtly ra They see , unmoved , their father-land decay , And revel ' midst its shame and misery .
can give : Such men are faithful loijal ^ noble ?—while Patriots , that never sought a regal smile , In dungeons die , or in opprobrium live . A .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1819, page 637, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1777/page/49/
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