The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

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      In Ocean's wide domains,

       Half buried in the sands,

      Lie skeletons in chains,

       With shackled feet and hands.

      Beyond the fall of dews,

       Deeper than plummet lies,

      Float ships, with all their crews,

       No more to sink nor rise.

      There the black Slave-ship swims,

       Freighted with human forms,

      Whose fettered, fleshless limbs

       Are not the sport of storms.

      These are the bones of Slaves;

       They gleam from the abyss;

      They cry, from yawning waves,

       "We are the Witnesses!"

      Within Earth's wide domains

       Are markets for men's lives;

      Their necks are galled with chains,

       Their wrists are cramped with gyves.

      Dead bodies, that the kite

       In deserts makes its prey;

      Murders, that with affright

       Scare school-boys from their play!

      All evil thoughts and deeds;

       Anger, and lust, and pride;

      The foulest, rankest weeds,

       That choke Life's groaning tide!

      These are the woes of Slaves;

       They glare from the abyss;

      They cry, from unknown graves,

       "We are the Witnesses!

THE QUADROON GIRL

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      The Slaver in the broad lagoon

       Lay moored with idle sail;

      He waited for the rising moon,

       And for the evening gale.

      Under the shore his boat was tied,

       And all her listless crew

      Watched the gray alligator slide

       Into the still bayou.

      Odors of orange-flowers, and spice,

       Reached them from time to time,

      Like airs that breathe from Paradise

       Upon a world of crime.

      The Planter, under his roof of thatch,

       Smoked thoughtfully and slow;

      The Slaver's thumb was on the latch,

       He seemed in haste to go.

      He said, "My ship at anchor rides

       In yonder broad lagoon;

      I only wait the evening tides,

       And the rising of the moon.

      Before them, with her face upraised,

       In timid attitude,

      Like one half curious, half amazed,

       A Quadroon maiden stood.

      Her eyes were large, and full of light,

       Her arms and neck were bare;

      No garment she wore save a kirtle bright,

       And her own long, raven hair.

      And on her lips there played a smile

       As holy, meek, and faint,

      As lights in some cathedral aisle

       The features of a saint.

      "The soil is barren—the farm is old";

       The thoughtful planter said;

      Then looked upon the Slaver's gold,

       And then upon the maid.

      His heart within him was at strife

       With such accursed gains:

      For he knew whose passions gave her life,

       Whose blood ran in her veins.

      But the voice of nature was too weak;

       He took the glittering gold!

      Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek,

       Her hands as icy cold.

      The Slaver led her from the door,

       He led her by the hand,

      To be his slave and paramour

       In a strange and distant land!

THE WARNING

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      Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore

       The lion in his path—when, poor and blind,

      He saw the blessed light of heaven no more,

       Shorn of his noble strength and forced to grind

      In prison, and at last led forth to be

      A pander to Philistine revelry—

      Upon the pillars of the temple laid

       His desperate hands, and in its overthrow

      Destroyed himself, and with him those who made

       A cruel mockery of his sightless woe;

      The poor, blind Slave, the scoff and jest of all,

      Expired, and thousands perished in the fall!

      There is a poor, blind Samson in this land,

       Shorn of his strength and bound in bonds of steel,

      Who may, in some grim revel, raise his hand,

       And shake the pillars of this Commonweal,

      Till the vast Temple of our liberties.

      A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies.

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THE SPANISH STUDENT

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DRAMATIS PERSONAE

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      VICTORIAN HYPOLITO Students of Alcala.

      THE COUNT OF LARA DON CARLOS Gentlemen of Madrid.

      THE ARCHBISHOP OF TOLEDO. A CARDINAL. BELTRAN CRUZADO Count of the Gypsies. BARTOLOME ROMAN A young Gypsy. THE PADRE CURA OF GUADARRAMA. PEDRO CRESPO Alcalde. PANCHO Alguacil. FRANCISCO Lara's Servant. CHISPA Victorian's Servant. BALTASAR Innkeeper. PRECIOSA A Gypsy Girl. ANGELICA A poor Girl. MARTINA The Padre Cura's Niece. DOLORES Preciosa's Maid. Gypsies, Musicians, etc.