IX. "Ye parricides, who broke the golden cords "Of filial piety-maternal love; "Ye perjur'd fenators-ye venal lords, "Now curfe your damned deeds-for vengeance "dwells with Jove! "America, no longer thou Shalt lift thy plaintive voice in vain ; Kind Heav'n has giv'n ;-for o'er the patriot crowd STANZAS STANZAS OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF ALICO, AN AFRI CAN SLAVE, CONDEMNED FOR REBELLION IN JAMAICA, 1765. [ He is fupposed to address his Wife at the place of Execution.]. BY THE SAME. I 'TIS paft:-Ah! calm thy cares to reft!' Firm and unmov'd am I :- H. Ah stop! thou do'ft me fatal wrong Nature will yet rebel: For I have lov'd thee very long, To native skies and peaceful bow'15, I foon fhall wing my way; Where joy fhall lead the circling hours, Unless too long thy stay. IV. Oh speed, fair fun! thy courfe divine; There thy bright beams fhall ever fhine, V. On those bleft fhores-a Slave no more! Or roufe to chace the mountain boar, VI. No Chriftian tyrant there is known VII. Yet have I heard the melting tongue, Known the good heart by pity wrung, Ah! that fuch hearts are rare ! VIII. Now, VIII. Now, Chriftian, glut thy ravish'd eyes And these poor limbs devour : IX. But know, pale Tyrant, 'tis not thine The death thou giv't shall but combine X. O Death, how welcome to th' opprest! ON READING BOLINGBROKE'S REFLECTIONS THE CHARACTER OF POPE. BY THE SAME. SOFT be thy fleep, ill-fated bard! Alas! the lov'd, fweet voice of Fame VI. Hark! thro' America's indignant fhore, What groans for vengeance rend th' affrighted skies! What horrors rife around? Can't thou, ill-fated realm, afford With thine own blood to drench the ground. The vet'ran, yet untaught to yield, And fnuffs the fcented air, and rages ftill for blood! VII. Hear how her fons Iberia tells. Exulting as the tempeft fwells; And faithlefs Gallia, with prophetic eye, "Rafh |