<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Travellers In Haste;</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ADDRESSED TO <br>THOMAS CLARKSON, ESQ.<br>IN 1814, <br>WHEN MANY ENGLISH ARRIVED AT PARIS, BUT<br>REMAINED A VERY SHORT TIME.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>LOV'D ENGLAND ! now the narrow sea<br>In vain would sep'rate France and thee:<br>May fav'ring zephyrs swell the sail<br>That wafts the crowd my wishes hail!<br>Strangers to me, they hither roam,<br>But English accents speak of home;<br>And SCOTIA , still more dear to me<br>Are those which lead me back to thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Accents that wake with magic powers<br>The spirits of departed hours!--<br>Ah, lost to me thy fir-clad hills,<br>The music of thy mountain-rills,--<br>Yet ever shall the mem'ry last,<br>'Pleasant and mournful' of the past.<br>But here, from scenes so new, so strange,<br>Where meditation long might range,<br>And taste might fix her ardent eye,<br>How swift the rapid travellers fly!<br>What haste to come, what haste to go,<br>Unknowing half they wish to know;<br>Delighted as they rush along,<br>But not less eager to be gone.<br>In vain the arts unfold their gates,<br>For there no stranger ever waits;<br>In vain unlock that wealth sublime<br>Immortal genius wrests from time:--<br>Ah, wherefore ope the classic book,<br>For those who have no time to look?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who 'midst the academic bowers,<br>On BREGUET call to mark the hours;<br>Through the long gall'ry swift advance,<br>And judge perfection with a glance!<br>But to what class does he belong<br>Who comes less eager to be gone,<br>And yet inflexibly refuses<br>To heed the Arts, or court the Muses?<br>The groups that press to give th' 'Apollo'<br>A parting glance, he scorns to follow;<br>In vain the 'Venus' may expect<br>One look, and wonder at neglect;<br>For CLARKSON slights all forms of beauty,--<br>Not that he thinks indiff'rence duty,<br>But dearer pleasures fill the space<br>Of classic charms, and attic grace:--<br>He comes at this decisive hour<br>In Pity's cause, to plead with power;<br>His embassy is from the slave,<br>His diplomatic skill to save!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He comes the fetter'd to unbind,<br>To stipulate for half mankind;<br>And when applause records his name,<br>Sighs that philanthropy is fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Maria+Williams">Helen Maria Williams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407974" data-title="The Travellers In Haste; de Helen Maria Williams" data-description="ADDRESSED TO THOMAS CLARKSON, ESQ. IN 1814, WHEN MANY ENGLISH ARRIVED AT PARIS, BUT REMAINED A VERY SHORT TIME. LOV'D ENGLAND ! now the narrow sea In vain would sep'rate France and thee: May fav'ring zephyrs swell the sail That wafts the crowd..."></div> </div> </div>

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