<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh he is worn with toil! the big drops run<br> Down his dark cheek; hold--hold thy merciless hand,<br> Pale tyrant! for beneath thy hard command<br>O'erwearied Nature sinks. The scorching Sun,<br>As pityless as proud Prosperity,<br> Darts on him his full beams; gasping he lies<br> Arraigning with his looks the patient skies,<br>While that inhuman trader lifts on high<br> The mangling scourge. Oh ye who at your ease<br> Sip the blood-sweeten'd beverage! thoughts like these<br>Haply ye scorn: I thank thee Gracious God!<br> That I do feel upon my cheek the glow<br>Of indignation, when beneath the rod<br> A sable brother writhes in silent woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</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=508078" data-title="Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet III de Robert Southey" data-description="Oh he is worn with toil! the big drops run Down his dark cheek; hold--hold thy merciless hand, Pale tyrant! for beneath thy hard command O'erwearied Nature sinks. The scorching Sun, As pityless as proud Prosperity, Darts on him his full beams; ..."></div> </div> </div>

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