 | Robert Southey - 1809 - 292 sivua
...that cursed bark beneath the mountain-wave, And bless with liberty and death the Slave ! SONNET m. 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, Overwearied nature sinks. The scorching... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1860 - 278 sivua
...that cursed bark beneath the mountain-wave, And bless with liberty and death the Slave ! SONNET IE. 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, Overwearied nature sinks. The scorching... | |
 | 1866 - 288 sivua
...that cursed bark beneath the mountain- wave, And bless with liberty and death the Slave ! SONNET HI. 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... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1880 - 724 sivua
...that cursed bark beneath the mountain-wave, And bless with liberty aud death the Sktve ! SONNET EL 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... | |
 | Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - 2002 - 302 sivua
...that curst bark beneath the mountain wave, And bless with liberty and death the slave! (1797) 167. Ill 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,... | |
 | Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - 1999 - 306 sivua
...Whelm that curst bark beneath the mountain wave, And bless with liberty and death the slave! 167. Ill 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 Overwearied Nature sinks.... | |
 | Marcus Wood - 2003 - 772 sivua
...Whelm that curst bark beneath the mountain wave, And bless with Liberty and Death the Slave! Sonnet HI 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,... | |
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Nature sinks. The scorching sun, As pitiless as proud prosperity, Darts on him his full beams; gasping he lies Arraigning with his looks the patient skies, While that inhuman trader lifts on high The mangling scourge. 
