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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Seeing The Captives, Lately Redeem'd From Barbary By His Majesty.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sight like this, who can unmov'd survey?<br>Impartial Muse, can'st thou with--hold thy Lay?<br>See the freed Captives hail their native Shore,<br>And tread the Land of Liberty once more:<br>See, as they pass, the crouding People press,<br>Joy in their Joy, and their Dellv'rer bless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, Slavery! no more thy rigid Hand<br>Shall drag the Trader to thy fatal Strand:<br>No more in Iron Bonds the Wretched groan;<br>Secur'd, Britannia, by thy Guardian Throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Say, mighty Prince! can Empire boast a Bliss,<br>Amidst its radiant Pomp, that equals this?<br>page <br>To see the Captives by thy Pow'r set free,<br>Their Supplications raise to Heav'n for Thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The god like Bounty scatters Blessings round;<br>As flowing Urns enrich the distant Ground:<br>No more shall Woes the fainting Heart destroy;<br>The House of Mourning now is turn'd to Joy:<br>See Arms in Grief long folded up, extend,<br>To clasp a Husband, Brother, Kinsman, Friend:<br>See hoary Parents, tott'ring o'er the Grave,<br>A Son long--wail'd, to prop their Age, receive:<br>And, Have we liv'd to see thy Face? they cry;<br>O! 'tis enough--We now in Peace shall die:<br>O bless'd be Heaven! and bless'd, while Life remains.<br>Shall be the Hand, that has unbound thy Chains!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forbear, my Muse; know Art attempts in<br>What Nature pictures to the Breast humane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Wager turn; for Wager raise thy Voice;<br>To feed the Hungry, long has been his Choice,<br>And make the Heart, born down by Care, rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, ye Luxurious, who indulge your Taste,<br>And, by one Riot, might a Thousand feast;<br>Do you not blush to see his Care to feed<br>The Captives by your Monarch's Bounty freed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bitter Cup of Slavery is past;<br>But pining Penury approaches fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall the Royal Rage alone bestow?<br>Shall not Compassion from the Subject flow?<br>Shall not each free--born Briton's Bosom melt,<br>To make the Joys of Liberty more felt?<br>So, Albion, be it ever giv'n to thee,<br>To break the Bonds, and set the Pris'ners free</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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Impartial Muse, can'st thou with--hold thy Lay?
See the freed Captives hail their native Shore,
And tread the Land of Liberty once more:
See, as they pass, the crouding People press,
Joy in their Joy, and..."></div>
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