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 192 MI$CELAN IOUS POEMS. Then sits in mockery of rest, OaZing on it with tlx'd frown, Ah, I see, far off, appear Terror in wild chace of Fear, With a Fack. ofhell-hounds grim., They seize, they tear each quivering limb; But do not kill; he cannot die ! They let him loose, agn to fly ! O'er quaking eliif, o'er wild.morass, O'er pit and precipice, they pass, Then seize the trembling .wretch again, Immortal in his piercing pain. Pride is there, who, statue-like, ' Stands erect, and will not bow; While Want and Poverty still strike At his feet the deadly blow.. Malice and her thousand fiends Cling, with twining arals, aromld, While more 'ggantic Power attends To force him, crush him to the ground. He'bends;he tot'ters ! does he fl? No; he stoops again to rise, And, as a wave-girt citadel, Baffles his frantic. enemies. ......... Google

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