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"For ever shall the bloody Island scowl?[1]
"For aye unbroken, shall her cruel Bow
"Shoot Famine's arrows o'er thy ravag'd World?
"Hark! how wide Nature joins her groans below—
"Rise, God of Nature, rise! Why sleep thy Bolts unhurl'd?
- ↑ —bloody island scowl?
"In Europe the smoking villages of Flanders and the putrified fields of La Véndee—from Africa the unnumbered victims of a detestable Slave-trade—in Asia the desolated plains of Indostan and the million whom a rice-contracting Governor destroyed by famine—in America the recent enormities of our scalp-merchants—the four quarters of the globe groan beneath the intolerable iniquity of this nation!" Addresses to the People, p. 46.
