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Si nostros sciret, durus licet, ille dolores,

Vix hyemem miseros lædere vellet acrem:

IV.

Blandule væ! friges, friges; calor ossa reliquit ;

Suscitet ex oculis fervida gutta meis !

Fervida gutta fluit, fed congelat aura Auentem :

Ah ! nunc infelix, orbaque mater ego.”

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V.

Jam nive congeftâ miserè prolabitur exspes,
Infandumque gemit, quod dolor intùs agit ;

277 Tum lateri natum apponens, atque oscula figens mus!

Suspicit, et flectit, morte gravata, caput.

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THE SON OF ALKNOMOOK,

OR THE

INDIAN DEATH.SONG.

I.

THE
HE sun sets in night, and the stars thun the day,

But glory remains, when their lights fade away :
Begin ye tormentors ; your threats are in vain :
For the son of Alknomook shall never complain.

II.

Remember the arrows, he shot from his bow,

Remember your chiefs, by his hatchet laid low;

Why so flow? do you wait, till I shrink from the pain ?

No, the son of Alknomook shall never complain.

III.

Remember the wood, where in ambush we lay,
And the scalps, that we bore from your nation away ;
Now the flame rises fast; you exult in my pain;

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But the son of Alknomook can never complain.

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Fingite nunc animis, quæ fpicula misit ab arcu,

Fingite, ductores quos ascia morte fubegit,

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Quid statis? non me poterunt terrere dolores ;
Non; satus Alknomook nunquam dabit ore querelas.

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IV.

I go to the land, where my father is gone,

His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his fon;
Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain:
And thy fon, O Alknomook, has fcorn'd to complain.

THE DEATH OF ALICO,

AN AFRICAN SLAVE, CONDEMNED FOR REBELLION,

IN JAMAICA, 1762,

BY BRYANT EDWARDS, ESQ. OF JAMAICA.

I.

'TIS paft !--ah ! calm thy * cares to reft!

Firm and unmoy'd am I;

In freedom's cause I bar'd my breast,

In freedom's cause I die.

II.

Ah! stop, thou doft me fatal wrong,
Nature will yet rebel;

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For IV.

* He addresses his wife at the place of execution.

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Quæ tenet arva parens, eadem mox arva tenebo;

Illius et manes mulcebit gloria prolis :

Mors, ut amica, venit, cruciatûs vincula solvit :

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Heu! cohibe, tales fodiunt mea pectora questus;

Quas domui, curas vox tua mæsta ciet :

Nam

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