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 194 .MI$CE, LLAI EOUS POEblS. And plies, with unrelet fo. rc., � On his own limbs, the. cruel seou.rge, Tracking his steps with blood, With many a shriek and groan , While Memory goads him on, And swells the sanguine flood. Oh is it not Remorse, who, o'er the m. ve Of murder'd Innocence, dolh wildly. rave Melancholy, muttering urSes, Lost to all around, attends Following. a long train of herses, Whose charioteers are fiends. Anguish wri'thes upon the. ground, Held by Fortitude in vain; His head he dashes: wildly. round, And gnaws his tongve for pain.' Rage, Envy, Hatred, toss their snakes, Now in fiercest conflict join, While Strife his torch exulting shakes, Then in more dreadful dance combine; Woe is there, who pauses now, Now starts forth with quicken'd pace, See Revektions, Chap. 16. ......... Google

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