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... dreaded hour , Those gates and locks , and all those signs of power : It is a prison with a milder name , Which few inhabit without dread or shame.- Alas ! their sorrows in their bosoms dwell ; They've much to suffer , but have naught ...
... dreaded hour , Those gates and locks , and all those signs of power : It is a prison with a milder name , Which few inhabit without dread or shame.- Alas ! their sorrows in their bosoms dwell ; They've much to suffer , but have naught ...
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... dread standard to the breeze of morn , Peal'd her loud drum , and twang'd her trumpet horn ; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van , Presaging wrath to Poland - and to man ! Warsaw's last champion from her height survey'd , Wide o'er ...
... dread standard to the breeze of morn , Peal'd her loud drum , and twang'd her trumpet horn ; Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van , Presaging wrath to Poland - and to man ! Warsaw's last champion from her height survey'd , Wide o'er ...
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... dread , and , when most lack'd , The hospitable mansion sternly closed Against a parent's prayer , while corses foul , On the barr'd threshold's edge lay uninhumed , Exhaling plague ! Oh , for the voice of him , Who drew the curtain of ...
... dread , and , when most lack'd , The hospitable mansion sternly closed Against a parent's prayer , while corses foul , On the barr'd threshold's edge lay uninhumed , Exhaling plague ! Oh , for the voice of him , Who drew the curtain of ...
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