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" Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart,... "
Poems - Page 37
by William Cowper - 1821
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Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical ..., Volume 9

John Aikin - English poetry - 1821 - 807 pages
...pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which Earth is lill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds...
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The Favourite of Nature, Volume 3

Mary Ann Kelty - 1821
...Where rumour of oppression and deceit *' Might never reach me more." and truly has he told us that " There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, " It does not feel for man." " ' And still less — oh, Louisa!' and she clasped my hand with energy, '• how much less does it...
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The British poets, including translations, Volume 80

British poets - 1822
...is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which Earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does...feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin...
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Murray's English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the ...

Lindley Murray - Literature - 1822 - 304 pages
...hatreds and on slavery. Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood...
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The Favourite of Nature: A Tale ...

Mary Ann Kelty - 1822
...Where rumour of oppression and deceit " Might never reach me more." And truly has he told us that " There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, " It does not feel for man." " ' And still less — oh, Louisa !' and she clasped my hand with energy, ' how much less does it feel...
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The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation, Book 4

John Pierpont - Recitations - 1823 - 480 pages
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, -— ; — Might never reach me-more. My ear is pained, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with whicfi" earth "is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does hot feel for man ; the...
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The Evangelical rambler [by T. East]., Volume 2

1824
...FRANCIS WESTLEY, 10, STATIONERS' COURT, AND AVE-MARIA-LANE, ON NEGRO SLAVERY. PART I. "My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong...not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin...
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The Poetical Works of John Milton ...

John Milton - 1824 - 131 pages
...oppression and deceit. Of unsuccessful or successful war, alight never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There Is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood...
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Poems

William Cowper - 1824
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain V , My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which Earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood...
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The poems of William Cowper, with notes from his own correspondence

William Cowper - 1824
...is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which Earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds...
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