THIS is the place where William's kingly power Did from their poor and peaceful homes expel, Unfriended, desolate, and shelterless, The habitants of all the fertile tract Far as these wilds extend. He levelled down Their little cottages, he bade their fields Lie barren, so that o'er the forest waste He might more royally pursue his sports! If that thine heart be human, passenger! Sure it will swell within thee, and thy lips Will mutter curses on him. Think thou, then, What cities flame, what hosts unsepulchred Pollute the passing wind, when raging power Drives on his blood-hounds to the chase of man; And as thy thoughts anticipate that day When God shall judge aright, in charity Pray for the wicked rulers of mankind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE TO DEAN-BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH ... HE LIVED by ROBERT HERRICK THE BANNER OF THE JEW by EMMA LAZARUS SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER |