Sonnet of Toussaint L'Ouverture
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Title
Sonnet of Toussaint L'Ouverture
Description
Toussaint, the most unhappy of men!
O, miserable chieftain! where and when
Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind
Whether the whistling rustic tends his plough,
Within thy hearing, or thou liest now
Buried in some deep dungeon's carless den;—O, miserable chieftain! where and when
Wilt thou find patience? Yet, die not! Do thou
Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow;
Though fallen thyself never to rise again,Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind
Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies.
There’s not a breathing of the common mindThat will forget thee. Thou hast great allies—
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man’s unconquerable mind.Creator
William Wordsworth
Source
1:37, p. 1
Date
3.31.1860
Collection
Citation
William Wordsworth, “Sonnet of Toussaint L'Ouverture,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/654.
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