The Poems of Grainger, and Boyse Volume 59-61

The Poems of Grainger, and Boyse Volume 59-61

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 edition. Excerpt: ...offices: their ductile souls With all thy care and all thy gold, repay. But, if the labours of the field demand Thy chief attention, and the' ambrosial cane Thou long'st to see, with spiry frequence, shade Many an acre--planter, choose the slave Who sails from barren climes; where Wantalone, Offspring of rude Necessity, compels The sturdy native, or to plant the soil, Or stem vast rivers for his daily food. Such are the children of the Golden Coast; Such the Papaws, of Negroes far the best: And such the numerous tribes, that skirt the shore From rapid Volta to the distant Hey. But, planter, from what coast soe'er they sail, Buy not the old: they ever sullen prove; With heartfelt anguish, they lament their home; They will not, cannot work; they never learn Thy native language; they are prone to ails: And oft by suicide their being end. Must thou from Afric reinforce thy gang?--Let health and youth their every sinew firm; Clear roll their ample eye, their tongue be red, Broad swell their chest, their shoulders wide expand, Not prominent their belly, clean and strong Their thighs and legs, in just proportion rise. Such soon will brave the fervours of the clime; And free from ails, that kill thy Negro train, A useful servitude will long support. Yet, if thine own, thy children's life be dear, Buy not a Cormantee, though healthy, young. Of breed too generous for the servile field, They, born to freedom in their native land, Choose death before dishonourable bonds: Or, fired with vengeance, at the midnight hour, Sudden they seize thine unsuspecting watch, And thine own poniard bury in thy breast. At home, the men, in many a silvan realm, Their rank tobacco, charm of sauntering minds, From clayey tubes inhale; or, vacant, beat For prey the forest; or, more

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  • Paperback | 76 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 154g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236656261
  • 9781236656261