Posted in A-B (by poet name), Poems of Other Poets, tagged Africa, bard on the hill, Cape Saint Vincent, England, Gibraltar, Home-Thoughts From The Sea, Jove, northeast, northwest, planet" >, poems, poetry, Robert Browning" >, Trafalgar on June 14, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;
Bluish ‘mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;
In the dimmest Northeast distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray;
“Here and here did England help me; how can I help England?” – say,
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,
While Jove’s planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.
Posted in Poems of Other Poets, W-Z, tagged Africa, baby, bard on the hill, black, freedom, kidnapped, parents anguish, Phillis Wheatley, poems, poetry, separation, slavery, sorrow, To The RIght Honorable William Earl Of Dartmouth on August 25, 2015| Leave a Comment »
…Should you, my lord, while you pursue my song,
Wonder from whence my love of Freedom sprung,
Whence flow these wishes for the common good,
By feeling hearts alone best understood,
I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate
Was snatch’d from Afric’s fancy happy seat:
What pangs excruciating must molest,
What sorrows labour in my parent’s breast?
Steel’d was the soul and by no misery mov’d
That from a father seiz’d his babe belov’d.
Such, such my case. And can I then but pray
Others may never feel tyrannic sway?
The Bard on the Hill