<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet V</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did then the bold Slave rear at last the Sword<br> Of Vengeance? drench'd he deep its thirsty blade<br>In the cold bosom of his tyrant lord?<br> Oh! who shall blame him? thro' the midnight shade<br>Still o'er his tortur'd memory rush'd the thought<br> Of every past delight; his native grove,<br> Friendship's best joys, and Liberty and Love,<br>All lost for ever! then Remembrance wrought<br>His soul to madness; round his restless bed<br> Freedom's pale spectre stalk'd, with a stern smile<br> Pointing the wounds of slavery, the while<br>She shook her chains and hung her sullen head:<br>No more on Heaven he calls with fruitless breath,<br>But sweetens with revenge, the draught of death.</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=508080" data-title="Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet V de Robert Southey" data-description="Did then the bold Slave rear at last the Sword Of Vengeance? drench'd he deep its thirsty blade In the cold bosom of his tyrant lord? Oh! who shall blame him? thro' the midnight shade Still o'er his tortur'd memory rush'd the thought Of every p..."></div> </div> </div>

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