High in the air expos'd the Slave is hung To all the birds of Heaven, their living food! He groans not, tho' awaked by that fierce Sun New torturers live to drink their parent blood! He groans not, tho' the gorging Vulture tear The quivering fibre! hither gaze O ye.
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Review: Poems 1799User Review - Cooper Renner - Goodreads
A quite uneven mix of poems which contains, nevertheless, several ballads of real skill and an interesting set of "eclogues". Southey's taste for the macabre fits well with the Gothic, popular at the ... Read full review
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