SONNET. "gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name." Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near, The poor Old Man is greater than he seems: An ample sovereignty of eye and ear. He the seven birds hath seen that never part, SONNET. A PROPHECY. Feb. 1807. High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! She of the Danube and the Northern sea, She rose, and off at once the yoke she threw. All power was given her in the dreadful tranceThose new-born Kings she wither'd like a flame.” -Woe to them all! but heaviest woe and shame To that Bavarian, who did first advance His banner in accursed league with France, First open Traitor to her sacred name! SONNET, TO THOMAS CLARKSON, On the final passing of the Bill for the Abolition of the Slave Trade, March, 1807. Clarkson! it was an obstinate Hill to climb; Is won, and by all Nations shall be worn! The bloody Writing is for ever torn, And Thou henceforth shalt have a good Man's calm, Once in a lonely Hamlet I sojourn'd In which a Lady driv'n from France did dwell; The big and lesser griefs, with which she mourn'd, In friendship she to me would often tell. This Lady, dwelling upon English ground, For sake of a young Child whose home was there. Once did I see her clasp the Child about, Wish'd in my native tongue to fashion out "Dear Babe, thou Daughter of another, Thy own dear Mother's far away, Thy little Sister is at play ; What warmth, what comfort would it yield To my poor heart, if Thou wouldst be One little hour a child to me! |