59 SONNET VI. O WHAT a loud and fearful shriek was there, The dirge of murdered Hope! while Freedom pale Fit channel found; and she had drained the bowl SONNET VII. As when far off the warbled strains are heard And Slavery's spectres shriek and vanish from the ray! SONNET VIII. THOU gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile, SONNET IX. PALE Roamer through the Night! thou poor Forlorn! Betrayed, then cast thee forth to Want and Scorn! Thy Loves and they, that envied thee, deride : And force from FAMINE the caress of LOVE; SONNET X. SWEET Mercy! how my very heart has bled A My SARA too shall tend thee, like a Child: Who met the Lazars turned from rich man's doors, And called them Friends, and healed their noisome Sores! |