Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poems On The Slave Trade - Sonnet Iv Comments

Rating: 2.8

'Tis night; the mercenary tyrants sleep
As undisturb'd as Justice! but no more
The wretched Slave, as on his native shore,
Rests on his reedy couch: he wakes to weep!
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