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قراءة كتاب No Abolition of Slavery Or the Universal Empire of Love, A poem
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No Abolition of Slavery Or the Universal Empire of Love, A poem
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All original spellings and punctuation have been retained, except as noted.
NO
ABOLITION
OF
SLAVERY;
OR THE
UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE:
A
P O E M.
Facit indignatio versus. Horat.
Omnia vincit amor. Ovid.
LONDON:
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ERRATUM.
P. 13, l. 7, for mighty read magick.
TO THE RESPECTABLE BODY
OF
WEST-INDIA PLANTERS and MERCHANTS,
THE FOLLOWING POEM
IS INSCRIBED BY
THE AUTHOUR.
NO ABOLITION OF SLAVERY:
OR,
THE UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE.
ADDRESSED TO MISS ——.
——Most pleasing of thy sex,
Born to delight and never vex;
Whose kindness gently can controul
My wayward turbulence of soul.
Born to delight and never vex;
Whose kindness gently can controul
My wayward turbulence of soul.
Pry’thee, my dearest, dost thou read,5
The Morning Prints, and ever heed
Minutes, which tell how time’s mispent,
In either House of Parliament?
The Morning Prints, and ever heed
Minutes, which tell how time’s mispent,
In either House of Parliament?
See T——, with the front of Jove!
But not like Jove with thunder grac’d1,10
In Westminster’s superb alcove
Like the unhappy Theseus plac’d2.
Day after day indignant swells
His generous breast, while still he hears
Impeachment’s fierce relentless yells,15
Which stir his bile and grate his ears.
But not like Jove with thunder grac’d1,10
In Westminster’s superb alcove
Like the unhappy Theseus plac’d2.
Day after day indignant swells
His generous breast, while still he hears
Impeachment’s fierce relentless yells,15
Which stir his bile and grate his ears.
And what a dull vain barren shew
St. Stephen’s luckless Chapel fills;
Our notions of respect how low,
While fools bring in their idle Bills.20
St. Stephen’s luckless Chapel fills;
Our notions of respect how low,
While fools bring in their idle Bills.20
Noodles3, who rave for abolition
Of th’ African’s improv’d condition4,
At your own cost fine projects try;
Dont rob—from pure humanity.
Of th’ African’s improv’d condition4,
At your own cost fine projects try;
Dont rob—from pure humanity.
Go, W———, with narrow scull,25
Go home, and preach away at Hull,
No longer to the Senate5 cackle,
In strains which suit the Tabernacle;
I hate your little wittling sneer,
Your pert and self-sufficient leer,30
Mischief to Trade sits on thy lip,
Insects will gnaw the noblest ship;
Go, W———, be gone, for shame,
Thou dwarf, with a big-sounding name.
Go home, and preach away at Hull,
No longer to the Senate5 cackle,
In strains which suit the Tabernacle;
I hate your little wittling sneer,
Your pert and self-sufficient leer,30
Mischief to Trade sits on thy lip,
Insects will gnaw the noblest ship;
Go, W———, be gone, for shame,
Thou dwarf, with a big-sounding name.
Poor inefficient B——, we see35
No capability in thee,
Th’ immortal spirit of thy Sire
Has borne away th’ æthereal fire,
And left thee but the earthy dregs,—
Let’s never have thee on thy legs;40
’Tis too provoking, sure, to feel,
A kick from such a puny heel.
No capability in thee,
Th’ immortal spirit of thy Sire
Has borne away th’ æthereal fire,
And left thee but the earthy dregs,—
Let’s never have thee on thy legs;40
’Tis too provoking, sure, to feel,
A kick from such a puny heel.
Pedantick pupil of old Sherry,
Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry,
If not by tedious languor wrung—45
Hold thy intolerable tongue.
Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry,
If not by tedious languor wrung—45
Hold thy intolerable tongue.
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