. Poems and songs . gust !And freeze, thou bitter-biting frost;Descend, ye chilly smothering snows !Not all your rage, as now united, shows More hard unkindness, unrelenting, Vengeful malice, unrepenting,Than heavn-illumined Man on brother Man bestows. See stern Oppressions iron grip,Or mad Ambitions gory hand, Sending, like blood-hounds from the slip,Woe, want, and murder oer a land ! Evn in the peaceful rural vale, Truth, weeping, tells the mournful tale,How pamperd Luxury, Flattry by her side, The parasite empoisoning her ear, With all the servile wretches in the oer proud Proper
. Poems and songs . gust !And freeze, thou bitter-biting frost;Descend, ye chilly smothering snows !Not all your rage, as now united, shows More hard unkindness, unrelenting, Vengeful malice, unrepenting,Than heavn-illumined Man on brother Man bestows. See stern Oppressions iron grip,Or mad Ambitions gory hand, Sending, like blood-hounds from the slip,Woe, want, and murder oer a land ! Evn in the peaceful rural vale, Truth, weeping, tells the mournful tale,How pamperd Luxury, Flattry by her side, The parasite empoisoning her ear, With all the servile wretches in the oer proud Property extended wide, And eyes the simple, rustic Hind, Whose toil upholds the glittering show, A creature of another kind, Some coarser substance, unrefined,Placed for her lordly use thus far, thus vile below. Where, where is Loves fond, tender throe, A WINTER NIGHT. With lordly Honours lofty brow,The powers you proudly own ?Is there, beneath Loves noble name,Can harbour, dark, the selfish bless himself alone 1. =*?*§£- Mark maiden-innocence a prey To love-pretending snares ;This boasted honour turns away,Shunning soft Pitys rising sway,Regardless of the tears and unavailing prayers ;Perhaps, this hour, in Misrys squalid nest,She strains your infant to her joyless breast,And with a mothers fears shrinks at the rocking blast > A WINTER NIGHT. Oh ye ! who, sunk in beds of down,Feel not a want but what yourselves create,Think, for a moment, on his wretched fate,Whom friends and fortune quite disown Ill-satisfied keen Natures clamrous call, Stretchd on his straw he lays himself to sleep, While thro the ragged roof and chinky wall,Chill oer his slumbers piles the drifty heap !Think on the dungeons grim confine,Where Guilt and poor Misfortune pine !Guilt, erring man, relenting view !But shall thy legal rage pursueThe wretch already crushed lowBy cruel fortunes undeserved blow ? Afflictions sons are brothers in distress ; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss ! I hear
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