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 Think that there are such horrors; that even now! Some city flames, and haply as in Rouen Some famish'd babe on his dead mother's breast Yet hangs for food. Oh God! I would not lose iThese horrible feelings tho' they tear mine heart."

"When we had all betaken us to rest, Sleepless I lay, and in my mind revolv'd The high-soul'd Warriors speech. Then rose the thought Of all the miseries that my early youth Had seen in that beleager'd city, where Death