[THE PRENTICE-CIDE, WAS CONFINED PREVIOUS TO HER EXECUTION] FOR one long term, or e'er her trial came, Here Brownrigg lingered. Often have these cells Echoed her blasphemies, as with shrill voice She sereamed 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 WHIPPED TWO FEMALE PRENTICES TO DEATH, AND HID THEM IN THE COAL-HOLE. For her mind Shaped strietest plans of discipline. Sage schemes! Such as Lyeurgus taught, when at the shrine Of the Orthyan Goddess he bade flog The little Spartans; such as erst chastised Our Milton, when at college. For this act Did Brownrigg swing. Harsh laws! But time shall come, When France shall reign, and laws be all repealed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN by RUDYARD KIPLING FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON MOTHER AND CHILD (WAR VICTIMS) by EVELYN D. BANGAY S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT LYING AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE, THE AUTHOR LEFT .. VERSE by ROBERT BURNS |