Poems Written in Close Confinement in The Tower and Newgate Under a Charge of High Treason. By John Thelwall |
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SONNET III. TO LUXURY.
HENCE, Luxury! fell opiate of the soul!Hence! with thy gaudy visions, that confound
The wildering sense, and to the base controul
Of Vice subdue thy votaries. On the ground
Where thy detested drugs are strew'd, shall blow
No flower of manly worth: there Liberty,
That on the rugged cliff delights to grow
Of virtuous Poverty, shall never shed
Its soul-reviving sweets; nor there shall spread
The wild flowers of Content, and guiltless Joy—
The twining woodbine Friendship—nor thy flower,
Fair Truth! that like the snow-drop, the stern power
Of Winter's blast defies: No, Luxury!
These, and each pure delight, thy noxious weeds destroy.
Tower, 16th July.
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