No Abolition of Slavery, Or, The Universal Empire of Love: A Poem ...

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R. Faulder, 1791 - Slavery - 24 pages

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Page 8 - DOUBTS ON THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE; by an Old Member of Parliament...
Page 8 - Go, W — , with narrow skull, Go home and preach away at Hull. No longer to the senate cackle In strains that suit the tabernacle; I hate your little wittling sneer, Your pert and self-sufficient leer, Mischief to trade sits on your lips, Insects will gnaw the noblest ships. Go, W — , begone, for shame, Thou dwarf with big resounding name.
Page 23 - You kept me long indeed, my dear, Between the decks of hope and fear; But this and all the feafoning o'er, My bleffings I enjoy the more.
Page 13 - Whom now (a thousand storms endur'd) Years of experience have matur'd; For whom, in glory's race untir'd, Th...
Page 7 - Without that mixture and alloy, Which the Sea pours into thee every tide, Thy beauty and thy ftrength would wear away. Without his aid thou wouldft remain Like Tiber, or the poor pretending Seine, Led thro' parterres, or rolled down a cafcade, Confin'd to vanity, and loft to trade.
Page 21 - Ev'n at their labour hear them sing. While time flies quick on downy wing: Finish'd the bus'ness of the day, No human beings are more gay: Of food, clothes, cleanly lodging sure. Each has his property secure; Their wives and children are protected. In sickness they are not neglected: And when old age brings a release. Their grateful days they end in peace. But should our Wrongheads have their will. Should Parliament approve their bill, Pernicious as th
Page 13 - tis all in vain? For thy tumultuous reign is o'er; THE PEOPLE'S MAN thou art no more. And Thou, in whom the mighty name Of WILLIAM...
Page 19 - To range with an advent'rous friend : . Together let- us beat: the rounds, St. Giles's ample blackguard .bounds: Try what- th...
Page 10 - Go we to the Committee room, There gleams of light conflict with gloom, While .unread rheams in chaos lye, Our water clofets to fupply.

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