XV. GREAT men have been among us; hands that penned Young Vane, and others who called Milton friend. In splendour: what strength was, that would not bend XVI. Ir is not to be thought of that the Flood XVII. WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee; we who find XVIII. OCTOBER, 1803. ONE might believe that natural miseries Spot rich in all things that can soothe and please! Of Liberty that yet remains on earth! XIX. THERE is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear Than his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall, Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall : 'Tis his who walks about in the open air, One of a Nation who, henceforth, must wear Their fetters in their souls. For who could be, To see the sun how brightly it will shine, And know that noble feelings, manly powers, Instead of gathering strength, must droop and pine; And earth with all her pleasant fruits and flowers Fade, and participate in man's decline. VOL. III. |