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i snevre Kaar og med en snever Horizont for Øie.
Efter en kort Tid at have studeret i Oxford blev
han som Søskolens øvrige Digtere grebet af
Revolutionsaanden og forfattede i 1794 et høist
jakobinsk Poem «Wat Tyler» [1]. Da ogsaa han havde
For thirty years secluded from mankind
Here Martin lingered. Often have these walls
Echo’d his footsteps, as with even tread
He paced around his prison. Not to him
Did Nature’s fair varieties exist;
He never saw the sun’s delightful beams;
Save when through yon high bars he pour’d a sad
And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime?
He had rebell’d against the King, and sat
Jn judgment on him; for his ardent mind
Shaped goodliest plans of happiness on earth
And peace and liberty. Wild dreams! but such
As Plato loved o. s. v.
For one long terme or ere her trial came,
Here Brownrigg linger’d. Often have these cells
Echo’d her blasphemies, as with shrill voice
She screamd for fresh geneva. Not to her
Did the blithe fields of Tothill, or thy Street,
St. Giles, its fair varieties expand;
Till, at the last, in slow-drawn cart she went
To execution. Dost thou ask her crime?
She whipp’d two female ’prentices to death
And hid them in the coalhole. For her mind
Shaped strictest plans of discipline. Sage schemes!
Such as Lycurgus taught o. s. v.
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