September 1st 1802 by William Wordsworth

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September 1st 1802 by William Wordsworth
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Duration: 0:48
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We had a female Passenger who came From Calais with us, spotless in array,-- A white-robed Negro, like a lady gay Yet downcast as a woman fearing blame; Meek, destitute, as seemed, of hope or aim She sate, from notice turning not away But on all proffered intercourse did lay A weight of languid speech, or to the same No sign of answer made by word or face: Yet still her eyes retained their tropic fire That, burning independent of thе mind Joined with the lustre of hеr rich attire To mock the Outcast.--O ye Heavens, be kind! And feel, thou Earth, for this afflicted Race!
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- William Wordsworth