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Show 31 APPENDIX He gives the awful word ne 0an And they all foaming, trembling, own him for thei Lord V s own . With these his slaves he can controul O char the soul So realiz'd are all his golden dream Of terror, pity, love, and grief' ms se on io vi th th o c n c o T The woe-struck mind finds no relief i Ingratitude would drop the tear ght Cold-blooded age take fire throne a L o o e d i c e k a t t s T Spurn at their king and sire l w o g t o a r o With hi walt re \d career What nature had disjoin'd The poet's pow'r combin'd i c a u i a g i e a a e d M |
