On The Bill Which Was Passed In England For Regulating The Slave-trade Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The hollow winds of night no moreA
In wild unequal cadence pourA
On musing fancy's wakeful earB
The groan of agony severeC
From yon dark vessel which containsD
The wretch new bound in hopeless chainsD
Whose soul with keener anguish bleedsE
As AFRIC'S less'ning shore recedesE
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No more where Ocean's unseen boundF
Leaves a drear world of waters roundF
Between the howling gust shall riseG
The stifled captive's latest sighsG
No more shall suffocating deathH
Seize the pent victim's sinking breathH
The pang of that convulsive hourI
Reproaching man's insatiate powerI
Man who to AFRIC'S shore has pastJ
Relentless as the annual blastJ
That sweeps the Western Isles and flingsK
Destruction from its furious wingsK
And woman she too weak to bearL
The galling chain the tainted airL
Of mind too feeble to sustainM
The vast accumulated painM
No more in desperation wildN
Shall madly strain her gasping childN
With all the mother at her soulO
With eyes where tears have ceas'd to rollO
Shall catch the livid infant's breathH
Then sink in agonizing deathH
BRITAIN the noble blest decreeP
That soothes despair is fram'd by theeP
Thy powerful arm has interpos'dN
And one dire scene for ever clos'dN
Its horror shall no more belongQ
To that foul drama deep with wrongQ
O first of EUROPE'S polish'd landsR
To ease the captive's iron bandsR
Long as thy glorious annals shineS
This proud distinction shall be thineS
Not first alone when valour leadsE
To rush on danger's noblest deedsE
When mercy calls thee to exploreA
A gloomy path untrod beforeA
Thy ardent spirit springs to healT
And greatly gen'rous dares to feelT
Valour is like the meteor's lightN
Whose partial flash leaves deeper nightN
While Mercy like the lunar rayU
Gilds the thick shade with softer dayU
Blest deed that met consenting mindsV
In all but those whom av'rice bindsV
Who creep in interest's crooked waysW
Nor ever pass her narrow mazeW
Or those whom hard indiff'rence steelsX
To every pang another feelsX
For them has fortune round their bowersY
Twin'd partial nymph her lavish flowersY
For them from unsunn'd caves she bringsK
Her summer ice for them she springsK
To climes where hotter suns produceZ
The richer fruit's delicious juiceZ
While they whom wasted blessings tireI
Nor leave one want to feed desireI
With cool insulting ease demandN
Why for yon hopeless captive bandN
Is ask'd to mitigate despairL
The mercy of the common airL
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The boon of larger space to breatheA2
While coop'd that hollow deck beneathB2
A lengthen'd plank on which to throwC2
Their shackled limbs while fiercely glowC2
The beams direct that on each headN
The fury of contagion shedN
And dare presumptuous guilty manD2
Load with offence his fleeting spanD2
Deform creation with the gloomE2
Of crimes that blot its cheerful bloomE2
Darken a work so perfect madeN
And cast the universe in shadeN
Alas to AFRIC'S fetter'd raceF2
Creation wears no form of graceF2
To them earth's pleasant vales are foundN
A blasted waste a sterile boundN
Where the poor wand'rer must sustainM
The load of unremitted painM
A region in whose ample scopeG2
His eye discerns no gleam of hopeG2
Where thought no kind asylum knowsH2
On which its anguish may reposeH2
But death that to the ravag'd breastN
Comes not in shapes of terror drestN
Points to green hills where freedom rovesH2
And minds renew their former lovesH2
Or hov'ring in the troubled airL
Hangs the fierce spectre of DespairL
Whose soul abhors the gift of lifeI2
Who stedfast grasps the reeking knifeI2
Bids the charg'd heart in torrents bleedN
And smiles in frenzy at the deedN
Ye noble minds who o'er a skyJ2
Where clouds are roll'd and tempests flyJ2
Have bid the lambent lustre playU
Of one pure lovely azure rayU
O far diffuse its op'ning bloomE2
And the wide Hemisphere illumeE2
Ye who one bitter drop have drain'dN
From slav'ry's cup with horror stain'dN
O let no fatal dregs be foundN
But dash her chalice on the groundN
While still she links her impious chainM
And calculates the price of painM
Weighs agony in sordid scalesH2
And marks if death or life prevailsH2
Decides how near the mangling scourgeK2
May to the grave its victim urgeK2
Yet for awhile with prudent careL
The half worn wretch if useful spareL
And speculates with skill refin'dN
How deep a wound will stab the mindN
How far the spirit can endureL2
Calamity that hopes no cureL2
Ye who can selfish cares foregoC2
To pity those which others knowC2
As light that from its centre straysH2
To glad all nature with its raysH2
O ease the pangs ye stoop to shareL
And rescue millions from despairL
For you while morn in graces gayU
Wakes the fresh bloom of op'ning dayU
Gilds with her purple light your domeE2
Renewing all the joys of homeE2
Of that dear shed which first ye knewM2
Where first the sweet affections grewM2
Whose charm alike the heart can drawN2
If form'd of marble or of strawN2
Whether the voice of pleasure callsH2
And gladness echoes through its wallsH2
Or to its hallow'd roof we flyJ2
With those we love to pour the sighJ2
The load of mingled pain to bearL
And soften every pang we shareL
Ah think how desolate his stateN
How he the cheerful light must hateN
Whom sever'd from his native soilO2
The morning wakes to fruitless toilO2
To labours hope shall never cheerC
Or fond domestic joy endearB
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Poor wretch on whose despairing eyesH2
His cherish'd home shall never riseH2
Condemn'd severe extreme to liveP2
When all is fled that life can giveQ2
And ah the blessings valued mostN
By human minds are blessings lostN
Unlike the objects of the eyeJ2
Enlarging as we bring them nighJ2
Our joys at distance strike the breastN
And seem diminish'd when possestN
Who from his far divided shoreA
The half expiring captive boreA
Those whom the traffic of their raceH2
Has robb'd of every human graceH2
Whose harden'd souls no more retainM
Impressions nature stamp'd in vainM
As streams that once the landscape gaveR2
Reflected on the trembling waveR2
Their substance change when lock'd in frostN
And rest in dead contraction lostN
Who view unmoved the look that tellsH2
The pang that in the bosom dwellsH2
Heed not the nerves that terror shakesH2
The heart convulsive anguish breaksH2
The shriek that would their crimes upbraidN
But deem despair a part of tradeN
Such only for detested gainM
The barb'rous commerce would maintainM
The gen'rous sailor he who daresH2
All forms of danger while he bearsH2
The British flag o'er sultry seasH2
And spreads it on the Polar breezeH2
He to whose guardian arm we oweC2
Each blessing that the happy knowC2
Whatever charms the soften'd heartN
Each cultur'd grace each finer artN
E'en thine most lovely of the trainM
Sweet Poetry thy heav'n taught strainM
His breast where nobler passions burnS2
In honest poverty would spurnS2
The wealth oppression can bestowC2
And scorn to wound a fetter'd foeC2
True courage in the unconquered soulO
Yields to Compassion's mild controlO
As the resisting frame of steelT
The magnet's secret force can feelT
When borne at length to Western landsH2
Chain'd on the beach the captive standsH2
Where Man dire merchandize is soldN
And barter'd life is paid for goldN
In mute affliction see him tryJ2
To read his new possessor's eyeJ2
If one blest glance of mercy thereL
One half form'd tear may check despairL
Ah if that eye with sorrow seesH2
His languid look his quiv'ring kneesH2
Those limbs which scarce their load sustainM
That form consum'd in wasting painM
Such sorrow fills his ruthless eyeJ2
Who sees the lamb he doom'd to dieJ2
In pining sickness yield his lifeI2
And thus elude the sharpen'd knifeI2
Or if where savage habit steelsH2
The vulgar mind one bosom feelsH2
The sacred claim of helpless woeC2
If pity in that soil can growC2
Yet why on one poor chance must restN
The int'rest of a kindred breastN
Why yield to passion's wayward lawsH2
Humanity's devoted causH2

Helen Maria Williams



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