Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Hold Your Mad Hands - Poem by Robert Southey

Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain
Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood?
For ever must your Niger's tainted flood,
Roll to the ravenous shark his banquet slain?
Hold your mad hands! and learn at length to know,
And turn your vengeance on the common foe,
Yon treacherous vessel and her godless crew!
Let never traders with false pretext fair
Set on your shores again their wicked feet:
With interdict and indignation meet
Repel them, and with fire and sword pursue!
Avarice, the white cadaverous fiend, is there,
Who spreads his toils accursed wide and far,
And for his purveyor calls the demon War.


Comments about Hold Your Mad Hands by Robert Southey

  • Susan Williams (12/5/2015 5:01:00 PM)


    Somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Mad hands and vultures gorging their beaks and ravenous sharks and godless treachery? Teach you to trade with pirates. (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Jani (5/5/2014 6:01:00 AM)


    Wow catchy poem this robert. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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