Sonnet 5 [Hard By The Road, Where On That Little Mound]

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Title:     Sonnet 5 [Hard By The Road, Where On That Little Mound]
Author: Robert Southey [More Titles by Southey]

Hard by the road, where on that little mound
The high grass rustles to the passing breeze,
The child of Misery rests her head in peace.
Pause there in sadness. That unhallowed ground
Inshrines what once was Isabel. Sleep on
Sleep on, poor Outcast! lovely was thy cheek,
And thy mild eye was eloquent to speak
The soul of Pity. Pale and woe-begone
Soon did thy fair cheek fade, and thine eye weep
The tear of anguish for the babe unborn,
The helpless heir of Poverty and Scorn.
She drank the draught that chill'd her soul to sleep.
I pause and wipe the big drop from mine eye,
Whilst the proud Levite scowls and passes by.

[The end]
Robert Southey's poem: Sonnet 5 [hard By The Road, Where On That Little Mound]

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