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...touch of Liberty's war, Be suck'd out by tyrants, or stagnate in chains ! On, on, like a cloud, thro' their beautiful vales, Ye locusts of tyranny, blasting...that the cowards let fall from their hands, Shall be forg'd into fetters to enter their souls ! — And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driv'n, Base...

...ye sails From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore — May their fate be a mock-word— may men of all lands Laugh out, with a scorn that...that the cowards let fall from their hands, Shall be forg'd into fetters to enter their souls ! — And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driv'n, Base...

...sails From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore — May their fate be a mock-word — may men of all lands Laugh out, with a scorn that...that the cowards let fall from their hands, Shall be forg'd into fetters to enter their souls ! — And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driv'n, Base...

...sails, 7 From each slave-mart in Europe, and poison their shore. May their fate be a mock-word — may men of all lands Laugh out with a scorn that shall...! And deep, and more deep, as the iron is driven, Bnsa» slaves ! may the whet of their agony be, To think — as the damned haply think of the heaven...

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...Liberty's war, Be suck'd out by tyrants, or stagnate in chains ! Let their fate be a mock-word — let men of all lands Laugh out, with a scorn that shall...that the cowards let fall from their hands, Shall lie forged into daggers to enter their souls. And chip , and more deep , as the iron is driven, Base...

...sails, From each slave-mart of Europe, and poison their shore — May their fate be a mock-word — may men of all lands Laugh out, with a scorn that...may the whet of their agony be To think — as the damned haply think of that heaven They had once in their reach — that they might have been free !...