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Perchance that voice , if heard , is heard too late ; The buried dust of Tyre may wake , and sway Reconquer'd seas ; but what shall renovate The dead alive , who dread no judgment-day ? - Souls , whom the lust of gold hath turn'd to clay T And what but scorn arid slander will reward The rabble ' s poet , and his honest song ? Gambler for blanks ! thou play ' at an idiot ' s card ; For , sure to fall , the weak attack the strong . Aye , but what strength is theirs , whose might is based on wrong ?
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3 . FROM GOETHE . > S How like a stithy is this land ! And we lie on it , like good metal Long hammer'd by a senseless hand ! But will such thumping make a kettle f
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4 . ON AN ORIGINAL SKETCH DTtAWN WITH A PENCIL ON A WALL BY MY SON FRANCIS . J I saw a head , —a young but lifeless face , On its dark hair and two white wings , reposed , As on a pillow . Tears had left their trace Down each sad cheek ; beneath dim eyes , half-closed , The calm lips smiled ; and like a sky arose , Amid thick curls , the forehead , armed for thought . It lay , as if the soul—though worn with woes , And bathed in parting tears—serenely sought For strength in sleep , before it wing'd its flight From darkness , doubt , and dust , to dwell with God in light .
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5 . LEGION , A PORTRAIT . y / Wallowing in wealth , and yet an almoner , Shark goes not to the workhouse for his pay , But wrings his bread-tax from the labourer ; Then to the treadmill takes his righteous way , To see his victim-vagabonds display Their British virtues—but he never treads ! In vain the merchant pleads for leave to sell ; In vain for leave to toil the labourer pleads ; In vain to Shark of ruined trade we tell ! Oh , for a law to purge this demon ' s hell , And cast out fiends ! or teach the nuisance vile He must not make the general loss his gain ! Or whip him naked through the bankrupt isle ! That he may reap some portion of the pain With which he sows our hearths , and so restrain His devilish appetite for famine ' s tears !
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1835, page 161, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2643/page/17/
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