The History of the Rise, Progress, and Accomplishment of the Abolition of the African Slave-trade by the British Parliament, 2±Ç

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517 ÆäÀÌÁö - only lo discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace ' And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; hut torture without end Still urges?
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - brought us To the man-degrading mart, All sustain'd by patience, taught us Only by a broken heart: % " Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason you shall find Worthier of regard, and stronger, Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold ! whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - screws, Are the means, which duty urges Agents of his will to use ? " Hark ! he answers. Wild tornadoes, Strewing yonder sea with wrecks, Wasting towns, plantations, meadows, Are the voice with which he speaks. He, foreseeing what vexations Afric's sons should undergo, Fix.'d their tyrants' habitations Where his whirlwinds answer—No.
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forced from home and all its pleasures, Afric's coast I left forlorn, To increase a stranger's treasures, O'er the raging billows borne ; Men from England bought and sold me, Paid my price in paltry gold ; But, though theirs they have inroll'd me,
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - shall find Worthier of regard, and stronger, Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold ! whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings, Ere you proudly question ours.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - claim; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in black and white the same. " Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant, for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards, Think, how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords. " Is there, as you sometimes tell us, Is there one, who rules
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever, Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion Cannot
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - By our blood in Afric wasted, Ere our necks received the chain ; By the miseries, which we tasted Crossing, in your barks, the main; By our sufferings^ since you brought us To the man-degrading mart, All
346 ÆäÀÌÁö - OF THE Africans, excluded, with the most virtuous resolution, the sweets, to which they had been accustomed, from their lips. By the best computation I was able to make from notes taken down in my journey, no fewer than three hundred thousand persons had abandoned the use of sugar. Having travelled over Wales, and two

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