Forgive, tho' I forbear to tell
Of you, ye other bards who shine,
Forgive tho' I forbear to swell
With croud of names the sounding line.
When Oroonoko's godlike soul,
By misery distracted, roll
In gloomy blood-streak'd eyes we see,
Can any bosom ruthless be?
Will not a hapless orphan make us weep?
Or Randolph's lady plung'd in sorrows deep?